Bitter, Rotten Man


What the hell do you believe you're doing?

He's your son, your flesh, your blood

Making him be what he clearly isn't

Is the worst possible way to earn his trust


Do you even care?

He's a human being with his own mind

Mocking what he wears

Thinking he's no good when he's really so kind


You jerk of a father, how dare you mock him?

You rotten man, how dare you preach?

You loathesome old cockroach, how can you stand yourself?

Oh, sexist pig, how much him will you let him keep?


Oh, bitter old man, how long do you plan

To live so vicariously through your sons?

Until they break under the pressure

You couldn't possibly understand


You jerk of a father, how dare you mock him?

You rotten man, how dare you preach?

You loathesome old cockroach, how can you stand yourself?

Oh, sexist pig, how much him will you let him keep?