I Am My Father's Son. Poem by John KENT

I am my father's son,

of this there is no doubt,

for every time I do bad things

I hear my mother shout,

'You're like your bloody father was

a shiftless, worthless slob,

a good-for-nothing layabout

who cannot hold a job.

What woman with her brain intact

would waste her time on you,

you're like your stinking father was

and act just like him too.'

Yes, I am my father's son, of this you can be sure

but unlike Dad, I buried Mum, underneath the floor!
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John A. Kent. © 12/9/2017