Father
Father I was raised by a mother full of axioms, One of the best is, Treat people how you want to be treated, I miss the mark sometimes, I was raised by a society that taught me, That a man must take responsibility, Even for his mistakes, I am fairly certain you see me as a mistake, Dad, I refer to you in common speech as, My father, If only to make the entire thing more formal, Less familiar, Less kind, My friend Bryan tells me, That I should talk to you, While I still have the chance, Bryan no longer does, I cannot imagine that, So I keep writing, Keep hoping you'll step forward, And just talk to me, You see, You were dealt two by the universe, Two mistakes, Two things you had no idea what to do with, But before we arrived, We all lost her, Me more than the rest of you, You lucked out dad, But here's the part that really pisses me off, You were supposed to have two balls to juggle, To teach and create a person out of, Through input, an