The posters in shop windows
order me to buy a card.
They tell me how to feel.
They describe you like this:
Number one dad
The best dad in the world.
Thanks for being there.
There are cards for dads who like
Golf, gardening, DIY
There are cards with cartoons,
and racing cars.
Cards filled with sentimental slop
and silly jokes.
These cards speak a shared language,
Between sender and sendee.
Dad, I love you.
Dad, take it easy
Dad deserves a day off.
But where are the cards for un-special dads
For the worst dad in the world?
The ones who took a lifetime off
Where are the cards for the dads who failed?
Where are the cards for the dead dads,
the rubbish dads, the missing dads
the violent dads?
The dads we don’t love, or can’t like.
I want a card that says
‘You fucked it up.’
Maybe then you’ll stop calling.