Michael J. Farrand
Sonnets
Your last whopper was one
lie too many
'Will you sit there
with a gun to your head?'
You starved me out at
university
You remind you're the
one with deep pockets
You seem rather
impressed with yourself
California wants you for child
abuse
You trip me up to laugh when I
fall
Like some tyrannical
barbarian
To your destruction so
mechanical
Ironic the tactic that
succeeded
Your aims to have me
gainfully employed
Why, tell me why,
would I listen to you?
You remind me of a Russian
proverb
Volunteer to enter a viper's
nest
When your Father's a
Creature of the Deep
What might have saved
you early was a punch
Most unnerving, your
certainly I'd fail
In Life's rainbow of
colors you see black
From behind Flames
of Hell you peer out
Your very presence
means all has gone wrong
To the world you
masquerade as my father
What better mask for your
evil notions
What better fort from
which to operate
When I came to you like
son to father
Where even a wolf would
rescue his whelp
Your Destruction Account we
must debit
Your new family should be
so grateful
In the loving, caring, smiling
faces
What did you foresee
if you lost your game?
Your sweet hopes for
reconciliation
So far you're batting a
thousand percent
You can't be involved in
my Life at all
Must I go forth now
with your hemorrhoid
For your seventieth
birthday, my gift
You have all the
sensible squares covered
Perhaps the Muslims are
right about us
Alcohol, time, and
guilt--my big allies
What do you think will
happen after death
In Life's lottery, my number
came up
My life you have made a
catastrophe
You have appointed
yourself the Chairman
Sorry to ruin your catastrophe
Must you make of my life a
disaster
Back from Wilderness,
where I licked your scar
Most damaging of all was the
moving
You could so neat flee
across the ocean
They say when you point a
finger at me
You've developed your own
mythology
Perhaps there is an 'of
course' to it all
The tough-guy act has
seen its last season
Electrified spikes
that stick out your head
If recovery for you should
match mine
Victory over your Father is no
win
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