Sunday, September 30, 2018

A DAD JOKE


Do you want to bleed me dry?
If I was a stone you would still try.
And an old white man is easy game,
So hurl your harpoon at my undefended frame.

There might be a time
When you will shake and sway,
Full of the fear
That makes me tremble today.

Then you will falter,
When you yield your youth -
That brief season of waste,
Burned beneath a blanket of smoke,
Trivial, like a Dad joke.

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