Father Keyboard

Father keyboard,
please hear my confession

I didn't spend enough time with my grandma
and too much with her T.V. ;

I brought a knife to grade school
though I never meant to pull it ;

I didn't return the letters of my first lover ;

I usually rooted for the lightest-skinned tennis player, at least until college ;

I drank too much, spending countless nights in bar rooms, and come morning took a hair of the dog ;

I repeatedly purchased exploitative porn mags till I was hooked like a junkie ;

I rarely ever bussed my table ;

I slept with many strange women
who seemed to vanish like drug highs ;

I was vengeful and ambitious, though partly to make the world a better place ;

When the hard times came
I didn't often brush my teeth ;

I glorified drugs in my poems ;

I always had to do things my own way
like worshipping philosophy
instead of a God
and confessing to a keyboard
and not a priest