His Dad, The Jerk

About an egotistical man who doesn't realize he's hurting his own reputation.

HIS DAD, THE JERK

I don’t know why you think you rule this land.
Do you have the Midas touch in your hand?
No, not close, not even a chance!
Forget it! I will NOT engage in dance!

The boy! The boy! He’s all I care about.
And you, your wickedness, I do not doubt.
You come to me with a sour vow,
“I promise. I promise. I’ll do it now.”

Never do I believe your oath,
for your tongue casts lies over us both.
Your ex-wife and your little boy;
dangling about like we are toys.

“No more!” I declare, and shout out loud.
Passersby create a crowd.
“Who amongst you would commit to things?
Then, not be there for the joy they bring?”

“Not I,” I hear, over and over again.
I look at you and find a grin.
You selfish, egotistical man!
Catch me if you think you can.

I’m running for cover away from you;
dissolving the effects of your taboo.
I’ll keep this child from being hurt,
but I will not cast your name in dirt.

I’ll tell him you’re a busy dude;
not the truth that you exude.
No, he will not find out from me
what a brazen jerk you can be.