My Father
By: Max Sprinkle

Permit me to tell you about my father.
Who has a lot of care
Behind his shiny, silver badge.
He lifts my spirits and gives encouragement.
Attacking all who attack us.
He hates it though, when
I wear my hat in reverse.
But the father I know best,
Refuses ample rest,
Unless he is injured, and only then
But, non-the-less, to this day
He has a very kind heart,
And a giving soul.

Any one else smell the bullshit?
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