R.I.P.

(October, 2013)

In your honor today,
Daddy,
I went to work drunk and
had pot for dinner.
Nobody much seemed to notice
and which one of us that says something about
I’m still not sure.
Anyway,
now I can rest easy that
I will never pick you up at
some dive bar on one of my
many drives through Texas
and let you fuck me literally
instead of just all the other ways.
I can, however,
still pretend to.

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