Son: “Fuck knows Dad, gym, have a coffee and then a walk”
Dad: “Aren’t you seeing that poof friend of yours, the one who minces it up?”
Son: “Nah Dad, I told him to sod off, he spoke too much and gave me a headache”
Dad:”I hear you boy, it’s good to clear your head by having a break.”
Son: “Dad, are you still up for that game of pool?”
Dad: “Nah, not the way you play, potting balls with minimum fuss,
You slippery sod the way you play
You know how to get the balls into the pocket and make sure you are the first to pot the black to win the game.”
Son: “Dad, I know you are here
I feel your words hitting my heart and mind,”
Dad: “Do you think I going to be complimentary to you? So piss off boy, now connect my iPad onto the telly.”
Son: “Fuck off Dad, what did your last slave die of, they were hit with a bole of spaghetti?”
Son: “I know you are here lifting my soul
Dad: “Speaking to each as I can see you but you can’t see me,
I am pleased you have a faith to go to, as I know you are inside I,
Your spirit has never left, nor have I died…”
“Father to his son”
Jason
9th June 2025
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