Your Father's GunA Poem by DutchSummary of feelings toward the male parent.You're walking on two feet You find your own beat You compromise your pace You include the egg yolk You refuse to wear loafers
You eat candy in small doses You lead the way like Moses You have other machines to brag about You never expect his sudden shout You find it hard to articulate You find the kindness to be bait Only sometimes would there be fun
The burglar doesn't make his raid The farmer reports your behavior The teacher won't find you a savior The police department keeps a folder The old ladies treat you colder
Throughout it all, you're living well Sometimes it can be hell
You, unlike him, think of today You think of others in a mannerly way You find little things to have urgency You feel small in an emergency You find his questions make confusion You don't want the styles to have fusion You get asked "What are you doing?" Then you think about who you are wooing And let your mother's work be done So thank your father's gun
© 2011 DutchAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 29, 2011 Last Updated on July 28, 2011 Tags: father daddy papa gun candy taxi AuthorDutchOlalla, WAAboutHello, readers and fellow writers. I'm a musician who does writing on the side. I live in a bumpkin town west of Seattle. You guys know Seattle as the birthplace of grunge rock, as Haight-Ashbury was .. more..Writing
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