Daddy

My Daddy scuttles across the ocean floor, Let tons of seawaters flow past him, Over him, As he makes subsonic noises Protesting my sins. The waters listen, As do fish and sharks And other predators of the sea, The sea horse dances its traditional dance. Seaweed’s weave and sway, As if in chorus. The villainous dragon from Monsters Inc., Changes color and does his disappearing, Shrek awaits luncheon in his swamp, Daddy is late, he has ‘diver’s’ cramp. I patiently explain to him The phraseology of Rap, The mechanics of whoring Just outside the Kremlin, But with magnifying glass, He still looks for gray in Lenin’s beard. A thousand Pol Pots were David Copperfield, No less, spinning agrarian dreams for Daddies like him, And other Daddies like Uncle Ho, Paddy growing from the barrel of a gun. Gorbachov had the world on his head, But ultimately, the Drunk pointed cannon at the Duma, And won. ‘Daddy, understand the dialectics Of the spinning wheel in Atlantic City, Otherwise as Donald Trump would say, You’re fired!’