My Good Ole Dad
You know those bright paper packages
the ones tied with fancy ribbons
the ones you promised me at Christmas
and on my last however many birthdays
I never opened any of them-you know why
don't pretend you don't know what I mean
turn your head and stare out the window
walk away from me like you always did
Call yourself a father-your other kids do
I don't claim you as mine any more
I'm walking away from you this time
my unopened gifts-you never sent them
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