You're No Father

You're rarely near your wife

whom you barely even kiss.

Instead, you lay in bars

that reek of that and this

and you put your lips

not on the one so dear,

but on that stupid glass

to guzzle down some beer.



You don't speak to your son

with whom you don't play ball.

The only balls you touch

are in the billiard hall

or on the metal levers

of machines of slots

that guzzle up your money

as your family rots.



Your daughter completely hates you

and with very good reason,

for while you were out

getting hammered for no reason,

you ignored the cries

of your one family

as your revolting habits

broke them utterly.