My father, The Fisherman I never knew,

Left me in My Mother, returning to Blue.

 

My father, The Man of Cloth,

Administering The Word of god.

 

A Bastard Son signed up, confused,

Compelling the effete amused.

 

I cannot speak the things I’ve Seen,

Or blank the moments in-between.

 

It is for you to fill The Gaps

Like Father, just Like Son,

 

Perhaps?