Saint Dad

Hey dad, Saint Dad
the only one I’ve ever had
100% family man
you traded in your sports car for a family van
at 45 you rolled the dices
trying to gamble away your mid-life crisis
you sold the van for a faster car
faster than the one you had before
got a leather jacket and painted flames down the door
you aren’t the same dad I had before
100% family man
with your insurance paid Prozac
and a 10,000 dollar dental plan
did you think about my college money in that Las Vegas casino
with that bitch of yours from Reno
the one you left mom for
in your new sports car
with flames on the door
I hope she burns you alive
in your new garage
in an abstract collage of pain
that only a burned out family man can understand
Saint Dad