He Is Me… I Am Him

We loved him because he was our father… we hated him because he wouldn’t be

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Had a beer
with my dad
the other day…
although he wasn’t there

I don’t drink much beer
but a few times a year
I open a can
of the cheap stuff,
my old man’s favorite
He would die again
if he knew Pabst
was…