I Pity your Child.
“Drunk words, sober thoughts.”
So when I was serving you that night,
You had been watching me.
Your wife and daughter, sat next to you.
Shot after shot, you had everyone, tearing up with laughter.
You struck me as a family man,
Maybe you still consider yourself one.
I wouldn’t be surprised.
You don’t tend to overthink these things,
when you’re the one saying them.
If it had been said to your wife?
If it had been said to your daughter?
I doubt you’d let a comment like that slide.
Your daughter, your little girl,
With her hair in two neat plaits,
Same as mine.
“Handlebars.” when I wear them,
“Adorable.” when she does.
