Dad's Bark

Dad's bark is worse than his verse.

When he hits it doesn't really hurt.

The dirt outside the house is soil.

The mouse inside the house is life.

Can't escape the printer or the car, IV

bag, heart monitor, a billion trillion stars.

Snow descends, each flake unique.

My sons' friends, each infinitely

a Greek or Trojan hero. Our morals: 

hit not the girls, nor rape. Love more

than you are loved, by a little. Give

but stop before it hurts. Stand together

or fall apart. Which candidate you vote

for less important than to vote. Don't

depend or dote on leaders, housekeeper

and president are gods equally

remote. The human body is a thing of

bone, a strange upright animal, and the

telephone a mystery to other animals.

Everyone and everything is spinning

electrons and the space between.

A great crunch, inverse of big bang, 

yr big sister told.