The Paradox Within

Dad called,
Says he's got trouble on the rocks..

My Funday went Sunday
Stubbed short a payday
I now have a bad day
Thank you Dad Day

Hello, hell hole
You talk to talk
I drop kick rocks
In between my lips unlocked
Leaving you crippled
You can't keep up with my walk
Your talk is cheap
Like chalk on the side you're disability inclined
So you stare cause you're stalked

There at my door you knock
Past all my cheap shots

Regard I am less;
My door is locked
Behind it, no kindness

More or less;
Less is more

My home is not your home

I shall regret this
My mind tells me in time
To go back;
Rewind
Be kind
Unlock your jaw
Forgive you for all your flaws
Brought up within four walls..

Behind the truth 
Lies a bitter taste
Where shots run raw
Distaste among displace
Entrapped like a rat race
With cold bare feet
I gave chase a good race

Although I've tried
I couldn't think past
Chasing so fast I cried
Of vodka & ice

Dad, I love you
Not once
Not twice
I love you whole
Unsliced
Uncut
Despite your Ill begotten gut
Fluid filled strewn lout  
In between & all throughout
You lacked the might
To do what was right

I don't love you less
I love you more
I know once for sure,
Twice more

Vodka & ice
I'm not so sure
Is your one true vice
Perhaps my lack of nice
Lust for precise
Must to call you out on said vice
Was to myself, my own such advice;

A war for what
For what a war