Dad's Hypocrisy
Thunder only comes calling
When the fervor has has hit it's zenith roar
And one forgets to remember
He omits testament is not testator
Nor he grantor of municipal adage
Until it seems, always, mid-December
Once the cold has set in and the timbers
Are far too wet to stoke and more
His children have all but left therefore
Nothing left
Appalling, yes, and nothing more.
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