Dad…Dad? Is That You, Dad?

Yes, son, it is me.

Thank God. I’ve waited all my life to say Fuck You for my buck teeth! Now fess up, who’s my Mom?

Well, you grew from a cow pie I was cultivating shrooms on under my bed. I was lonely one night and made love to it after taping a picture of Christina Ricci’s face on the lid. Sorry it took so long for the truth to come out.

All good. At least now I know why I’m having such a shitty trip of a life…thanks.

We’re all having a shitty trip in one way or another, son, all true poets are.

©2020 J.D.C.IV

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