The Lousy Fathers

Here's one for all
The Lousy Fathers:
I'd like you to recount your selves
Rethink your pasts with all our mothers
Those dusty widows on your shelves


An age-long trend
Of male persuasion,
A jaded fable every time -
Young Love
Then sourly cold Evasion
(Of course once she is past her prime.)


But what of us -
The tattered baggage
Of your vulgarities,
Her rage?
The products of your
artful damage -
Did you forget we're bound to age


Like children do?
Come asking questions,
The ones that clearly make you sweat,
Or maybe play with your digestion?

                                   ...D'you wish that we had never met?


'The Christmas Father'
- Festive email /
A tainted phonecall just to say
You and your new,
Much younger females
Wish us that best on Christmas day!


The Birthday specials
- Texts /
A postcard?
A line or two, with love from 'Dad.'
The gift - a wad of cash /
A toaster.
And most of us aren't even sad


By now its something like tradition,
And families loathe to break up those -
So we'll gulp down our inhibitions
And you crack out thast smile
And pose.