To you I’m a bastarding father in principle
but still your father in paternity tests.
This bill you tell them I pay.
You claim I do not raise you.
You grown woman, you
care so much what I and others think.
You claim you do not,
and this is your one, incessant lie.
This wonderful thing about you is… .
Get in the van, petunia.
Get in the van.
Not even Bub likes you, petunia.
What makes you think I do.