Whether you want To face it or not I’m still your dad Both of our faults I chose the you

I am not an actor That is plain to see I am just a shepherd Tending to his sheep Try to keep them safe from

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee

I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day

I was born for this Reflexes like a puss Even when I’m pissed

I don’t know what, quite, will unf… I only see silver and gold That’s all I need to tightly hold Onto this dream of getting old

Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme

Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses

You think I’ve got it all figured… I don’t know what’s more wrong I’ve only seen just a glimpse of… You’ve been Her all along

I feel you You feel me Our love happens eventually With an up down Turn us round

It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes

To see the best of me Play a symphony That moves my feet

If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…

I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile