Padre

I'm holding in my anger Knowing I'd die to be the strangler Of his sour-little coward-brittle throat I'm just mad not literal But when your dad's a criminal There's a  minimal amount of father hope It doesn't bother me no, But it keeps haunting me so I will keep wandering not knowing where to go No Padre in my home What an odd-way to be grown I guess God made me to be alone. While you and your dad are sittin fishin I'm visitin my dad in prison My only mission is too inform you what you're not missin Because while your parents are laughing and kissin I'm starin havin to listen to my dad share his caring "wisdom"