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This dada
apologizes
for injure
ring your
tender kin
dolled innocent
girlhood,
(ex post
facto probably
to little
tool hate)
thus this
father's lament,
hoops words
can caught her
eyes, sans
estrangement
from
thee mine
eldest daughter,
asper
countless
times,
this papa
acted
like a
roguish cur,
now those
accidental,
and/or
purposeful
misdeeds
digs like a
figurative burr
and/or
digging deeper
thorn in
me side - arg...
as the years
spin by,
asper inflicting
unintended
psychological
pain inducing
yours truly
(me) to cry
the beloved
"star student,"
most likely
taking mine
(hurt lock
hard suffering),
til I
breathe one
last breath...
and then die,
hence reason
for this poem
to let mine
soul fly
free, (the
closest
approximation,
viz this
atheistic guy)
aware at
the necessity
to expunge
self devouring
(i.e. cannibalistic)
beast - hie
engendered,
which
sacrilegious
paternity
cannot
be reversed,
yet only thee
can
consonant avow
wool
to admit
culpability,
humility,
and magnanimity,
thus this
opportunity,
I cow
whir with
unbeknownst
divination,
persistent
hesitation,
and knottiest
lamentation how
so much,
your
life times
worth of
unpleasantness
(which telling,
would entail
voluminous
writing),
hence a
poem for now
aware at
the heft
and pow
whir of
written words,
which intent
may not wow
thee atoll,
nonetheless
rather
than detail
every
single instance,
where
ye did feel
extreme
friggin grief,
perhaps
which pain
you will
never heal,
tis necessary
for this
father to
profess guilt -
not so much
taking a
knee and kneel
ling, attest
cognizance
how
my choices,
indiscretions,
and
recklessness
did
comfortably seal,
sans
posturepedic,
and seriously unveil
fatalistic,
narcissistic,
and pathetic
lifestyle blight
such as
being
unemployed,
and for
a decade
lived in
Penn Valley,
a most fright
full and
appalling utter
grossness,
where these
opened eyes
shed light
on a
deplorable,
despicable,
and detestable
offal
housekeeping,
where even
critters
(such as mice)
came
out at night
wearing miniature
gas masks,
and also
donned with
teensy weensy,
itty bitty
oxygen tanks,
when
scurrying
amidst horrible
unlivable sight
oh...
this juiced
smidgen
of hell
imposed on
Eden Liat
(as well
Shana Aubrey),
and mooch
more could I write!
