MAROONED. My father has Never been celebrated. He will never be Remembered for the Old TV that he bought Above his means After beating up His burly, deviant customer. It is not that My father has never Answered me anytime I Scream 'papa' after school, When my detractors clamour For my naive neck. There is just no need For the horse to collapse If the race has been lost. If you look closely, He has never breastfed I and my errant siblings. Father does not know How the stove works, And he is the enemy Of the old broom Behind the door To the soot-caked kitchen. My father is useless When mother is pregnant. And he is quick to stamp His feet and Declare food tasteless. Food that he does not Know which ingredients Were used to cook, Ingredients that he can't Find his way to the Market stall where They were bought At prices ridiculously Loftier than the Pennies he threw at mama W...
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