Treasure Island

Alex Lewis

(08/25/94 / London, England)

Father(less) Day


Father(less) Day
by Alex Lewis

Today is Father's Day-
So joyous and so gay!
Unless you're me,
Very sadly.
For me, it's Father(less) Day.
He died three nights ago, I say.
Don't pity me, give me none!
If it were up to me, his death would not be done.
If you commit suicide, there's a lonely funeral.
No one will pity you for wearing red before the bull.
He killed himself; I don't notice he's alive.
Such selfishness and stupidity would get none to revive.

So, today
I will say
It's Father(less) Day
For me and for me (alone) .
Do not cry! Do not groan!
This day is today (whatever may be(!))
It's Father(less) Day (for me) .

Submitted: Sunday, June 21, 2009
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