You say you don't play favorites,
That he gets judged harder for being your son.
I tell you I see him watch movies every day,
While his work is not getting done.
You counter with "But what do I say to that,"
"When he comes to me and says"
"Dad when I walk by, the girls are always on Facebook."
You recline a little in your chair and shrug. "That's just the way it is"
I get that the he said, she said ties your hands.
But my computer, faces the wall,
So unless he was sitting in my lap,
My desk top isn't visible passerby's at all.
It should be obvious that he lied to you,
but your familial ties have made you blind.
Instead of looking at who he really is,
You cling to warped image you've created of him in your mind.
Your company, has repeatedly voiced concerns,
Nothing gets done, though our complaints are all the same.
Would our troubles carry clout,
If you didn't share the same last name?
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