the "job" card

less like the father

everyday he becomes

melting away is the feeling of home

and transformed to the morgue it is meant to be

 

he would reach out to touch

if he could but he cant

so a hardened hand must he be

with a check in his pocket

and eyes dark as night

 

all the money in the world

could never take place

of that paternal hope

that he holds in his heart

 

his laugh is now stern

his smile makes us run

everything that he's said

is now just...

gone.

Reviews

[RougeAngel]

again another good write. the guy sounds very two faced.

[Last Minute Lani]

i guess this one is really tough for me to read over again.
because i was really close with one of my managers. and my friends and i thought he was the coolest. and he always said we were like the kids he never had. and then.... there was an incident where he pulled "the job" card on us. and it made me think.