My dad.

The man who makes promises he cannot keep,

The man who stumbles while I sleep,

His eyes narrow and they pierce,

And I fight and try to be fierce.

The man who knows how to smile,

The one who likes to sit and talk for a while,

Cooks me breakfast and tells some jokes,

Runs to the store to buy me cokes.

The man who has two faces,

One that smiles and one that spaces,

Addiction is his true lover,

Go ahead, dad, have another.

Time to celebrate the man who gave me life,

Only to make me crave the knife,

I wish for a different dad,

Maybe then I wouldn't be so sad.