you are
oh so oblivious
you eat and stuff and
speak to mother in hushed
tones that everyone can
hear but me

I pretend I don't notice
and busy myself with
your eye's weight a
burden

you explain (in maybe
not so many words) how
fun it might be to go
downstairs andtake
your gun and drive

yourself (crazy)

to work and blow that
cocksucking frenchman's
head off

daddy, sometimes you scare me