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What is Do You Win?
Honestly, I hardly know what to say about this poem. When I first attempted to write about my father, I pictured making something with much more hatred and criticism. After several attempts, I feel that I've accurately portrayed my conflictedness. Lots of references to songs in this one since I was inspired by some songs he used to like and also just some songs that reminded me of him. I highly doubt that he will ever see this or anything else I make, he no longer knows who I am. But, if this ever does happen to reach him, I hope he'll understand. I almost feel the need to apologize, but I've nothing to apologize for.
Remorseless Roost-er laden by blame,
obdurate demasculinization in shame
Chickens coming to roost, scream,
"Prison bars make it hard to dream!"
But who heedlessly turns his head,
to pretend he doesn't see?
Dark desert highways nocentity,
sole recreant hostage of humanity
Believe me, Reverend Paul,
the owl's faults are my own
Forsaken and forlorn, inexorably alone
Incarceration, carcinization,
would you rather institutionalization?
The day of your funeral, that apricious afternoon
All attending, if any, weeping in repugn
How dare I quail my head, grieve a man I never knew;
d'you feel fulfillment of affliction accrued?
But if none shall mourn casket meeting marlbed,
who stands over your grave,
to ensure that you're dead?
And to deny it, as if it be deign?
You're not worth the blood that runs through your veins
We truly are fools, if gold is glass;
seen through the eyes of those who live in the past
You've seen me,
when I laughed much more than secretly,
to the extended hand of death's reality
"You laugh, you mute, deaf, blind, fool"
And death's reality mars me apathetically cruel
Nothing but the same mortality undefiled
But please,
you must forgive me;
I am old but still a child
8/24/25