They Call Me Dad

They Call Me Dad

He could not be that perfect dad
But did the best from what he had
His childhood was just bitter sad
No dad to teach a dad to dad

Alcoholics they don’t flutter
The deadbeat dad, the unfit mother
The foster homes poor older brother
Old enough to memorize in color

Look white spots he must be other
Lets bully him until he stutters
the school yard maze of misery
A child is broken socially

A soul starts crying to be freed
The loners born to fit the need
Isolation is the thing to feed
A teenage loner in the weeds

Confusion sets the teenage mind
fourteen years guess who you find
dear old dad to teach you well
To drink and hate and laugh out loud

Confused within the social clutter
Confused about the want for other
Amused around the social ladder
The loner hides to stop the clatter

Saturday morning in the car
Where to go that hills to far
We have to simply just go visit
Please stop fighting what is it with it

He could not be that perfect dad
He did the best from what he had
The memories he seems to have
Of three girls who called him dad