A Father’s Bilious Love

Oh cold man of sick manipulation, Nose glowing red; tears; a sick indulgence. To put my mind in a  trepidation, He clings; a parasite, my hindrance. The selfish greed deep as the blackest hole, He pities himself, no care for his spawn. Self-serving hedonistic lump of coal, Betrayal, abandon, leaving us: gone. Is he with … Continue reading A Father’s Bilious Love