The Autocrat

[Lizzie]

Dad put his feet up
on the table after he ate,
still wearing the farm on his soles.

He leaned back in his chair and belched,
unbuttoned his pants
and picked his teeth,
a fat cat controlling the dish.

We'd finish the meal
facing the manure on his boots.

Dad put his feet up
on the table after he ate,
still wearing the farm on his soles.

He leaned back in his chair and belched,
unbuttoned his pants
and picked his teeth
like a fat cat
done controlling the dish.

We'd finish the meal
staring at the manure on his boots.