I knew a man once.
Growing up with a screwed up father
left him unable to love,
but he could keep things clean
You could read his magazine but please don't lay
it down opened, upside down, that will bend the cover.
Magazines must remain mint condition.
He could not appreciate his house, on acres
in the northern woods, because it could not be
ALL right. there were too many things to fix.
He could not enjoy his work.
Saddest of all
he could not enjoy his beautiful wife,
So he did her the ultimate injustice.
He committed the perfect crime,
he killed himself in the garage where they lived
and she was left with the mess.
That is terrorism.
Every day from now on I will thank God for my dad
and the great years he gave his family.
He was a lover, and messy.
I am his son.