Another Gem

While unpacking my room, I found yet another old poem. This one is from at least a year ago, but given recent events it seemed timely.

It's called "To Father:"

You have never had the spine
To do the things you should
To love your children as they are
And be the best you could

You have never had the will
To see things as they are
To clear your head of dust and drink
And drug-begotten stars

You have never been a man
I doubt you have the parts
I'm tired of your early ends
And all of your false starts