Daddy

Your boozy breath prompts in me another violent swoon

Hurry, my knotted stomach seeks a porcelain receptacle

Don’t look incredulous, make haste you prickly old goon

Hold reason secure, and check your emotions sceptical.

’Tis more than paste that should cover your florid face

And what dentist dare explore that alcoholic, rotten chasm?

What prevented you from not drinking in the first place?

Dad, Mon pere, my intestines twist in seismic spasm

Attend to my needs or I shall act out my insolent words

I am a vibrant soul, with young courage to say what I think.

As for your love, that long migrated with extinct birds

And for years I was made dumb by your alcoholic stink

Not any more, dearest dad, for after my final vomit

I shall denounce my surname, and cast a spell upon it.

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