I am my father’s sins revisited, revealed and lived again.
Let me entertain you. Let me play the fool to amuse you.
See me make eyes and flirt and tell jokes to beautiful women.
See me charm them with this goofball cornpone bullshit.
I will disappear, when I am home, not say anything, watch TV.
I will disappear, no audience means no joy, or a reason to care.
I am my father’s sins, and just as helpless and floundering before them.
I don’t come close to anyone. I can give ’em the old razzle dazzle,
but I run from sorrow and pain and the messiness of our human sickness.
I just fill my time alone with dreams and memories and lusts.
He sits in his chair upstairs, and I sit in mine downstairs, befuddled.
We both want to be close to each other, or someone, but we turn away.