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Daddy: In Memory of Sylvia Plath
Deny thy father and refuse thy name
Debauchery of such a harmful game
That timid, little boy who has been locked away
Has finally departed from his unwelcomed stay
He followed you out that dirty front door
Never to be seen, not again, anymore
He has fallen right through my slippery hands
He ran away the day you made me a man
Yes, the day you snatched the rug right from under me
The instant you made me the man I’m not ready to be
Novice as I may, I have learned nothing from you
Hiding from the problems you’re unwilling to work through
Deny thy father and refuse thy name
Debauchery of such a shameful game
That silly, little coward that ran away from life
Did you hear me? That silly, little coward
Show me how you measure as a man
Teach me everything that you still can
I am still an open book, and I’m waiting to be filled
But you stole from me the chapter that you killed
You have trapped yourself in silence, yet the voices still worm through
They are still as strong as the day you said “I do”
But the voices will fade, and the children will die
As you preach your bull shit alibi
Deny thy father and refuse thy name
Debauchery of such a merciless game
You have lived a legacy of which I cannot make do
As I stand here the man that you have not led me to
And to beg for your return just would not be true
Though a part of my life is still waiting for you
There is always a chance for you to come through
Let me be your reason to start over new
There are pages and pages for you to construe
To complete the life you began to pursue
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through
