Daddy’s home yay!

They cry from the top of the stairs

Wearing dresses and suits

From dancing with each other.

“Daddy, want to watch us dance?”

They spin and spin

Just like the vinyl on the turntable.

“Daddy want to see my super jump?”

“Daddy you need to shave,

Your cheeks are all scratchy.”

These are the things I live for,

Not praise but simply speech

From sweetest voices

Wanting nothing but my attention.

So I’ll watch them orbit the living room,

I’ll keep my cheeks all smooth,

For I am their daddy, and they my children

And they love me, it’s terrifying but it’s true.

They really love me.

– Vagabond Prophet