Padre

He slept under the No Parking Sign, newspapers for a coat. The doctors said he was long gone. I believe that they misspoke. He wandered to and fro at night for he was scared to death of sun. They gave him electric shocks few times. Should have given him a gun. Never was one for a bath was partial to the drink. Jacket dirty and made of fur. He thought it was a mink. Few times he sung around the fire whenever he had some cash. They passed the wine back and forth. Was found beneath some trash. The funeral wasn't prim or proper, his brother hadn't funds. The tears were shed by the priest. His father was his blood.