poem by my wife,
I remember hearing arguments,
Whilst sitting on the stairs,
You never loved my Mother.
Did you even care?
You left us without money.
With only a few books as chairs.
all s~~~o you could be with your true love.
In your evil lair.
You practically lived in the pub, Dad.
With drinkers all around.
Where were you when we needed you?
Nowhere to be found.
You'd slope off to some after party.
Drink til there was none left.
Fall asleep somewhere unknown.
What I would call a mess.
Thirty years on I found you,
Only twenty miles away,
Sat in a dirty dingy pub,
You're still there to this day.
You haven't changed a single bit
You're still a waste of space
You hurt me once but never twice
I'm gone without any haste
So now you have no one but you,
And the bar stool you sit upon.
Your behavior is outrageous, Dad.
I'm done this time I'm gone.
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