Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Dramatic Monologue

A Note, From My Desk

Sir, 

With all 
My due 
Respect,

Don’t curse him 
Into the sea,

You might want first 
To know his will,
He, who gave you all,

For you, my son 
To be  
On that fine leathered chair—

0r else,
You ages, for nothing!

Your
Guidance 
Counselor,

A father.

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