THE THING ABOUT YOUR DAD
BY KARI GUNTER-SEYMOUR
I could lay on the guilt.
Say if you hate your dad
you’ll end up like him.
Bitch your own Karma.
Not like if you got caught
with a joint or skanked
on someone’s girlfriend.
I’m talking about divine decree.
I would be the first to admit
heartless disregard is the worst.
Not even a postcard
the whole time you were in Iraq.
Though there was that one summer
he taught you all the words
to Rubber Soul and to shave
even before you needed to.
Face it: he’s a phenomenal liar.
Off the tracks more then a little,
he said it made him mental,
thinking of ways other people
could fuck up perfectly good lives.
You’re wasting years, Son.
Simple math.
A person can’t go around
telling people what to do with their lives
as long as he has
without eventually believing
he knows what he’s talking about.
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