It Is Really Over Poem by Joseph Michalski

I disclaim my name
I disown myself
My y I blame
Not the chromosome itself

But the man, the worker, the sperm doner
He is strong, he is sadistic, he is my maker

If it was not for him
Then I would not be here
If it was not for him
Then I would have no career

He has taught me to work hard
Not to live in happiness
He has taught me to be on my guard
and, now I live in sadness

I live my life with few regrets
and, now I regret my father is my father
This is something I hope my mind never forgets
So, my father I will not bother

Once upon a time I loved him
Now my kind heart is filled with hate
Now our connection is dim
I willleave soon; it is only fate

I feel the sorrow and the loss
As if he has died already
He would rather be with a lame hoss
Than spend a moment of time with a son who is unsteady

So, when he is gone I shall not morn
and, when he is gone... his name I will scorn

So, I will change my name
So, I will own myself
So, I will go on in fame
and, my maker can go love himself