Monday 27 August 2012


25 Years

I vow, lest I die tomorrow
You'll never be the father I am
The bastard father to the thousands
Of the ugly, criticized, unwanted.
The ones with fathers just like you
We're fucking you back
Fucking you back
I'm shoving my life right down your throat.
Can I
Find the guts? Can I feel the heart?
Look at the ground as you choke me up,
Does it taste like tequila?
Or failure?
We're fucking you back.