A Sit Down with My Father
by: Ghostwriter
We never even Held a Conversation,
You Never Taught me How to shave.
No pointer on How to Pick up the Girls,
I Missed that Birds and Bees Talk.
Technically, you're my Father,
but, I prefer to call you the Sperm Donor.
It wasn't Prison, a call of duty for the Army's business,
Emergencies, cancer or any or that stuff that
Kept you out of My Life!
You Simply Chose to Abandon Your First Born.
THAT'S DEEP!
For many Years I couldn't Comprehend
WHAT I DID TO CHASE YOU AWAY?
FROM ME?
I asked myself, over and over WHY? What Did I do?
