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Click hereYou left this world for so many years.
You toasted yourself in a pack of beers.
Growing up was very tough on me.
You weren't around the way it had to be.
To me you were practically a stranger.
I didn't know if I was safe or in danger.
You were always gone for months at a time.
You spent your days but never with mine.
I didn't know if I call you dad or what.
You're broken down as an old robot.
Despite all this, I was never bitter.
Mom was around instead of a sitter.
You and I had never gotten along.
I stood my ground and became strong.
After retiring it was still very hard.
Least you bought me a birthday card.
I was very upset but never mad at you.
It'd accomplish nothing even if I wanted to.
Smoking and drinking had taken its toll.
No energy left to even get up and roll.
In your final days we got along fine.
I was worth more than a ten cent dime.
After your passing it was all quiet.
I felt relieved but I didn't like it.
I hope you're happy wherever you are.
Instead of putting up with you in some bar.
Better take care of mom you crazy old man.
Or I'll go up there and kick you in the can.