Seated At the Right Hand of the Father
Good
at hiding
it
won't know to look at
handicap
disability
embarrassment, worse than bad breath
must have smacked my head against something
when I was playing good cop, bad cop
and I was the suspect
guilty of something
no doubt
Taken
downtown
for interrogation
on why
we didn't finish everything on the plate
Taken
downtown
to the experts
on why
this sorta thing keeps happening
Taken
down
to a low spot
on the carpet
that better get clean Right Now mister
Taken down
to the Department of Motor Vehicles
where you flunk the eye test
because you've got a
permanent
detached
something or other
which explains a lot
Like why I left,
why I lean left
dress to the left
get left holding the bag
feel left out
but don't see left
because father is always right
father is right handed
Copyright © Patrick Boyle | Year Posted 2013
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