Fathers

Who wants to have one anyway.
They make life difficult,
when it should be smooth.
Who needs the sort of encumbrance;
drunk at the weekend,
miserable during the weeks.
Who needs that.

And when the chips are down;
its he who sits around
the poker table metaphor.
And deals:
with his own doings;
as certain as a street,
that’s built to be straight.

He never intended
The slights you imagine.
He was simply, he;
An uncomplicated thing;
a useless,
reproductive tool.
A father.