Sunday Driver

with no time to spare
this holier than thou father figure
displays a self induced lacklustre attitude
with hints of hypocrisy and black sheep syndrome

a gluttonous pig
he swarms like flies when I'm covered in s**t
but when it comes right down to it
I'm nothing to him
but a greased palm with body odour and bad breath

sight without seeing while out sightseeing
elicits nothing but a yawn
you're falling towards a safety net made of smoke
with a smile on your dial

a hand walking on fingers
a close shave on Occam's razor
a quivering lip
I sit and miss simpler times