Not My Father
Thought I’d drawn my last known breath
When I came to know your depth
Absorbing all the information
Just to spit intoleration
To understand and care to know
Was what you did before the blow
You punched me hard, and fast, and good
Not again, I knock on wood
Trusting in you, though you tread
Only was the trouble head
I’m not crazy, I’m not bothered
Only glad you’re not my Father
Would you hear a word I’d said?
No, I may as well been dead
But you could not hold for long
Buckling under sad sung song
Are you sorry we had met?
Sure hope not, or I’m all wet!
Sometimes company gets worn
But that’s okay, my heart’s not torn
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