If you should find me dead
I'm not with the lord, so.
Don't comfort yourself
in thinking so, or that.
Money saved will be gone,
spent or stolen from me
by those, I live with now,
but either way,
My father didn't know, and
ate himself to death.
Starting each morning with
a breakfast of eggs & bacon,
My father sat there in the kitchen drinking coffee,
reading the newspaper, or working on his poetry
eight to ten hours on his days off from work.
Even longer after his forced early retirement.
I think, now I'd be a worthy adversary
two years older than what he was
when he passed on, in fact.
The old man requested it more than a few times,
in conversations with him,
Those last few years he hung around
pissing and shiting himself complaining
Sometimes the old man dies fast
on the toilet, pants down below his knees,
head-smashing against cracked floor tiles.
They were a thing for a while,
the ice cream man and aunt Fanny.
My aunt who came for supper one Sunday,
when I was a kid and stood twenty-seven years
My old man was never around,
for one reason or another,
and neither was my mother
when you get right down to it,
The new pups pee all over the house.
I would've bet anything, by now they'd be sold,
and I'd be well on my way to stage two
of this venture.