i remember at the
age of eight packing
my bag and leaving
home, wishing it was
for good, when i got
into an argument with
my father over how
shitty of a father he
really was

he picked me up ten
minutes down the road

threw me in the car
and told me i was
grounded for life

eight years old and
grounded for life

now, i suppose that
punishment ended
with the divorce of
my parents, or one
would think

but each day i wake
up and catch myself
laughing like he did
or saying something
in a way much like
he did, it crashes me
down to the cold,
hard fact that i'm
the product of that
evil fuck's loins

and that is a punishment
i'll never out run

even twenty plus
years later