We might not want to but we do

Please don’t cry

Dad’s don’t cry

like the Queen cursing

or the Pope

shopping

a child molestor

some things don’t fit

so please don’t cry

I know you’re crying

and I think I know why

I walk past your bedroom

hearing you sob, letting it go

I walk past her bathroom

hearing her shout, fuck me Phillip

you’ve left the lid up again