Der Wurm Dreht

So the worm turned

How often did you abuse
Degrade the privilege of family

What sort of joy was garnered
The violent rages
Rampant stupidity

Was it sheer disrespect
Or a lack of thought

Does it matter

Of course it does

Father died
He died seeing you on the same road
Shod in the same shoes he wore

A child in your arms

Yes
You made him a grandfather
For which he was glad

The family name goes on

Still
With that comes responsibility
Something you always ignored

Now here we are
Christmas day
Three children to care for

Aaaah the trouble
The rage and violence in them
The yelling from you

Did you learn from father
Sometimes I wonder

Though at least you remember his words

"Fight me all you want son
One day you'll be in my shoes"

Do they fit well

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