This poem stems from anger. But I like it.
My sister says my dad’s gone birding.
Well ain’t that fucking sweet.
Let him fly away as well.
It’s all the same to me.
My sister says my dad’s gone birding.
What a fucking joke.
Like every drop of joy from life
He’s trying to choke.
And me, well, I, no biggie, me
I'm here still on my own
Kicking the can on down the road
Kick it on down the road.
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