rooster

 there's a bit of pharamcy in the making

needs help with the commons, sotto voce in command. 

downtown attributes come to henhouse seeking

sweet succulent smash heads, good when they're young

so easily imprinted. how do you cure the poverty? 

what wealth is ever enough to shut him the fuck up?

so you ask 

do you think your dad was appropriate

when you winced at his forty five minute voice

that you use like a club on your child

oh these many futures away from then?

all she hears is just like your dad isms

but if it's true, isn't it paramount to hear it?

so you ask what did you do all day

grow the laundry bags? water the lazy?

there isn't one thing you've said you'd do 

that you've done, beyond the things you know

i won't tolerate this time around. dirty dishes,

diaper shit on the walls. 

like a broken abusee you don't 

admit. call him a narcissist and you,

a branch of that plant. you said 

you were doing better but you're not

you've just found a slave to make you feel 

that way. there are things you could change

but you don't want to. and while

i'm being honest, you're not allowed

to fuck your child up this way. i left him

but i can't leave you. but i can try to take her 

away from you. i can try to get evidence to prove

to you what you're doing. 

i can;t do this right now.

i need to write you a letter.