As a young man
your father showed up anywhere
and fathers everywhere
hid their daughters
because he ruined girls
the way a glutton
ruins a public toilet.

Now your father is gone
but yet he remains
since all of the men
that come your way
ruin you the way
a plaque of rats
embrace a bag of rice.

It was your father
who ate bitter leaves
but it’s you
with its biting taste
on your lips.

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