25 Years

I vent my frustration at you old man, afterYears your ears will hear..You screamed that youTried, but it's words of a weakling and promises madeBy a drunken liar [fucking liar]. Now you pick up that splinteredChair, that was aiming for your head. A head that shouldHave been long ago kicked in by me. Alone.I won't lose a second of sleep for this...Don't touch me.Orphaned to the dope and drinks, I learned my lesson well,Somehow(?), from you. No tears. Can't clutch my regrets.But these years of detachment have left me withDemons now surfacing. But I'm becoming more than nothing.You never knew the answers to any of my questions, did you?You made up all the answers to my unimportant existence.But now you don't have to dump me off, not again...Don't touch me again.I vow, lest I die tomorrow...You'll never be the father I am. The bastard father toThe thousands of the ugly, criticized, the unwanted. TheOnes with fathers just like you. We're fucking you back.I'm shoving my life right down your throat. Can IFind the guts? Can I feel the heart? Look at theGround as you choke me up, does it taste like tequila?Or failure?We're fucking you back.