He came home to their fun
With nothing left in the barracks for me
The counter was empty a mess of
Impossible promises and vacant
Connections for me to pick up
On the floor after we closed the
Door behind us no father to bear
Just the two of them bonding as usual
He couldn’t keep up with their
Banter or whatever was the spark
That ignited between them that was
Hard to describe in words
Wanting to join in he found himself
Pushing for another way
Illegal or other wise to play catch-up
But there wasn’t any just
The evidence of a time where
It was easier to get the things
One would need to throw
That kind of a Mister Irresponsible party
No more of that now just a clean
Collar and whatever will be
Left in the trappings of tomorrow
Dark circles worn eyes what
Drunkard goodbyes could
Only relate to if but only
To have one more hip hip hooray
Sometime in winter
© GÄ
Poétique 