Sunday, March 13, 2005

Let the hypocrite be the first
to spot hypocrisy
HaHa I'm laughing
because you're waiting
for someone to make you

Are you still pointing your finger at father
when you are a parent
Yes you are the heir apparent
of every circumstance you fought
What have you done with it

And your kids will ask
what have you added to the pot
But will you stay mad
because no one will make you

Take his picture
make him smile
and wait for something ugly to come out
Has everyone become ill
And what is the prognosis
Did you put cancer in them bones
Strange how you've diagnosed your own condition

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

HEY MICAH~
ITS MEGAN. YOURE PRETTY GOOD @ WRITING POETRY! BUT THIS SPECIFIC POEM REMINDS ME OF A GOOD FRIEND OF MINES FATHER IN PERFECT DETAIL! SO I HAD TO COMMENT ON IT. GOOD WORK, KEEP DOIN' YOUR THING.
~MEGAN