Popular Poems for and About Fathers

Mommy, come look!!
Daddy pointed a gun at his face and fired it!
He won't get up
Mommy, he's funny looking, come look!!

The boy hid under his bed when he would hear his father come into the house
A large, hairy, burly man, who has a problem with his hands
Almost every night he comes home drunk
The father would come into the boy's room, wake him up and begin taunting him
His dad would begin touching him inappropriately  
He made sure that his boy would touch him back
The father would tell the boy that he's his favorite, even though he's an only child
The boy is kissed violently
He can taste the liquor his father's been drinking
If it's something the boy likes, he...

as he coiled down in silence
.. paralysed fully on his left
and a as he’s spotted only
much time later.. in gheraos
of  a houseful audience..&

as the blaring sirens of ambulance
hurries nears him..he mutters to her
in a faintly clarity..    ‘do my hairs
well.. & lemme sip my strong tea..”

he is that conscious.. & in
that undying passion.. to the
simple looks & happiness ..
to-such digging depths..  from
all those heartlessly slapped
things on him all through his
life..  still...

..that is the question I
    always asked myself
      when my drunken father
          came staggering home

with my mom sitting
 on that worn out old
   couch waiting for him
    and his worthless den
      full of lion lies and vodka
excuses

I had a front row seat
 and I didn't have to pay
   one red cent to see the
        whole dammed show

now that's what I
 call entertainment