DEAR OLD DAD

I walked away and I'm so glad
I never apologized or made up
With dear old dad

He swatted my dreams like a pesky fly
sat stone faced while I went and cried
Gay boys write po-ems, rhyme and poetry
Hit me a homer and we'll see

I was playin' music, had any girl I saw
Still my old man's comments ripped open a sore
I told the old bastard to go off and die
When he did I didn't even cry

I walked away and I'm so glad
I never apologized or made up
With dear old dad