The Root-word of Happiness.

This is my Father's Day confessional poem. It's pretty raw (as in unpolished) I fell into and out of rhyme and metre  through out. Whatever, the message is there in its ugly raw form. I will come back another time and beat it into reasonableness -  for now I'm taking the rest of the day to hang with my Girls.  

Happy Fathers Day (single Moms are Dad's too!!!)

Peace!!

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I never wanted to be a father.
It just seemed cruel to bring a baby
into a fucked up world like this.
And babies never did a thing to me.

I thought penis was the root
word of all happiness (of all ha-penis).
I kept my sword sharp and sheathed.
Slaying dragons in my sleep.

I slayed Dragons 'till my sword caught fire
I tried to put it out with whiskey
but that just added fuel to my desires

Soon it was the Dragons chasing me.

Fire burned a hole into my soul
Emptiness took control.
Comatose and overdosed I fell into oblivion.

Some divine intelligence; or intelligent design.
Reached into that darkness.
and pulled me out in time.
Whoever hands out second chances, just handed me mine.

I was like a newborn child
skipping stones and summersaults.
You've never tasted chocolate
until you've lost your taste.

There was still something missing
the hole wouldn't go away.
It was tied into my broken bits
I still had to let go.

When my first daughter arrived
I let my first breath out
I'd been holding it for thirty years
of self indulgence and self doubt.

Now I have two more girls
and a wife who keeps me on my toes
It took three decades of adolescence
to see that family fills the hole.

The only thing better than fatherhood
is being a Dad
Happy is the root of all happiness
the opposite of sad.

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Linked up at Poets United & Theme Thursday: Destination