dead beat poetry

Dad, dollar can
test for the Dad

Look, kid, I’m not your father.
All I did
I got some once
from your mother
at a party back there
and then the man comes a-pounding at my door.

Dad, dollar can
test for the Dad

I’m not your father, kid.
But if I wanted a kid,
I don’t think you’re half bad
Yup, when you grow up
I think you’re gonna be a man.

Dad, dollar can
test for the Dad

A man.
Stand up straight
let’s see some spirit in those eyes
some fire…
burns tears
when you’re gonna cry.

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