Father.

Shove it down my throat.

Watch while I choke on these words.

Too drunk not to stutter.

Too drunk not to stumble upon you.

Running you around inside my mind.

A rat race.

A second chance.

A never ending push and shove.

What’s in your wallet?

Nothing

Sir.

What’s in your heart?

Your daughter.

Not without some green.

Both that causes smoke,

and buys her a ring.

I don’t have that sir.

Then you don’t have enough.

Kid.

Girl.

Boy.

Outsider.