LYRIC: Dad
Dad did not choose the life he got
He was not happy with his lot
His own mom bound to his sick dad
He did the best with what he had
Learnt life was cruel; always taking
Learnt rules were subject to breaking
Lost his accent, and gained some degrees
Started writing poetry
An angry boy becomes an angry man
The life he lived, not the life he planned
A compromise: that withered, ugly thing
All symbolised within a wedding ring
Thought that his words might make the grade
To one day be published on the page
Turned out that he was far better
Piling up rejection letters
The failed writer’s focus went to sorting
Once writing books became thwarting
The Oxford qualified grammarian
Became instead a librarian
An angry boy becomes an angry man
The life he lived, was not the life he planned
A compromise: that withered, ugly thing
All symbolised within a wedding ring
In the shelves he fucked frustration away
With different women, on different days
Like Jagger once said, no satisfaction
But at least sex offered him distraction
Yet even when he finally found romance
Dad could not keep it in his pants
And when he said “I do”, in his heart he knew
The vows that he’d made would not stay true
DAD