Locked up dad

I never had a father, and I wound up getting brain damage, and he’s still not there for me. But that might be another poem, for another time.

Well so, I kinda figured I’d write to my dad,

and tell him that I don’t have anything, but that has nothing to do with me being so glad,

but all my pets know, I’ve been putting up a fad.

I got all these pets, each one makes its own unique sound, but they whisper to me that I’m so very sad.

Good news is I don’t try hard enough to clean, I still have my full containers of glad,

so I can spray away the smell of being so rad!

truth be told, that’s the smell of BO, but just a tad.

I just like to eat away my emotions, and that’s a simple fact, and that’s one reason I’m so fat.

But yeah, so other than that,

I just need to get off my a*s, and make something that’s worth a thousand laps.

Hopefully I can at least make your day, I pray that you pray, maybe even make your foot tap.

But I know how your mind wanders, I promise this is no kind of trap,

not like you’d know what’s that’s like, being stuck in a cage, with only water that comes from polluted tap.

With sun that’s in between a mile of concrete slabs,

I know getting out is something you could never really have,

but how about we start at what I’ve never really had,

that’s a relationship between me and my dad.