One Tenth of a Father
I am a patient son
Yet I abhor waiting for the version of you that I love
Every time you touch a bottle,
You violently divorce me as your son
Each time you become a different man, one I cannot love
Oh father, I detest all your shades but one.
Abandon your poison,
Or very soon I will love none
Be the man you hope I'll become.
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