bastard

twice this week men have called me, "son"    
in an aggressive manner    
I am too old in the ways of bruised meat      
to say that without a steel finger behind it    
     
usually I would bite it off on the way to their face    
and I ain't a tough guy, just been around a bit    
pain in that way    
doesn't hurt that bad      
best to cut to the chase      
     
these times had little response    
deeper breathes      
     
to the first, a quick end, "nuff said"    
the world that we share is a bit shaky    
better to hold your cards in a cage    
wait for his move    
     
not too worried    
save that for the quiet ones    
     
the second is my ol' lady's, old man    
an extremely precarious situation    
if my daughter dated me, I'd be dead    
     
still breathing    
thinking he earned it