Sunday morning <br />Yesterday’s cigars smelt like him <br />Bold <br />Specific in their smell <br /> <br />Just like my father <br /> <br />Always hyper <br />Sometimes amusing <br />Never genuine <br /> <br />Just like my father <br /> <br />His drinking <br />Is no dilemma <br />What leaves me queasy <br />Is drunk sincerity <br /> <br />Just like my father <br /> <br />Stumbling in the house <br />Reeking of cheap brandy <br />At 5 in the morning <br /> <br />Just like my father <br /> <br />With sayings <br />Not possibly, farther <br />From the truth <br /> <br />Just like my father <br /> <br />Leaving me <br />Alone <br />Afraid <br />and only <br /> <br />as innocent <br />as i hoped <br />i could have been <br /> <br />Just like my father<br /><br />Lexy Sogl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-like-my-father/
