03-09-2025, 07:53 AM
A Psychopath to His Father
Dad,
you have been dealt your last hand,
all your bluffs of
love
and anger
and hate
are inked stains on wooden cards adored by plastic;
that the players around the table
have no sympathy,
would not have been a tell for you,
and wasn't in similar stakes.
The money that was your soul was all you wanted; what had we?
A man that can no longer play brings nothing to the table.
It's not that nobody loves you,
at this point,
try as we may,
none of us can afford to.
Dad,
you have been dealt your last hand,
all your bluffs of
love
and anger
and hate
are inked stains on wooden cards adored by plastic;
that the players around the table
have no sympathy,
would not have been a tell for you,
and wasn't in similar stakes.
The money that was your soul was all you wanted; what had we?
A man that can no longer play brings nothing to the table.
It's not that nobody loves you,
at this point,
try as we may,
none of us can afford to.