they say father loves you

they say father cares,

he vies for affection,

but his approval is rare,

his jokes are lame,

his skin is thin,

to defend yourself,

seems a sin.

pestering, pestering

whiny like a babe,

pushing and pushing,

until finally I rage.

Threats pile on threats,

and promises on lies,

the more he talks,

the sooner I fly.

Fleeing his words,

fleeing his bother,

why such a loser,

I have for a father.