I Forgive You.

ABSOLUTION

You are a drunk,
A slave to alcohol,
A gluton of booze,
A beer guzzling, ethanol disposing unit, and nothing more.
But, I forgive you.

You are a donor,
A sperm provider,
A giver of cum,
A woman fucking, ejaculating dick, and nothing more.
But, I forgive you.

You are a traitor,
A yellow neck coward,
A red face tyrant,
A child abandoning, abusive bastard, and nothing more.
But, I forgive you.

You are a loser,
A sorry excuse of a man,
A disgrace to your name,
A waste of skin, taker of space, depriver of oxygen, and nothing more.
But, I forgive you.

You are a vile equivocator,
A creator of untruths,
A master manipulator,
A narcissistic fibber, a false witness,  putrid perjurer, and nothing more.
But, I forgive you.

You are a child abuser,
A hate filled monster,
A violator of souls,
A gangrenous disease, culprit in our veins,  havoc inducer, and nothing more.
But, I forgive you.

You are a despicable story,
A distant memory,
A past recollection,
A resignation, a cast away, a forgotten mistake, and nothing more.
But, I forgive you.

You are my father,
A part of my DNA,
A co-maker of my skin,
A donator of genes, a giver of blood, a witness of conception, and nothing more.
But I forgive you.

This is your absolution.

~ Written by: T.J. White (c) 2015

*** Due to threats from the man this blog entry is about, I have removed his name. My biological father, the one who never paid a red cent in child support and abandoned my mum and I, threatened legal action if I didn't remove this post. In the next breath he threatened to get on a plane and come over to Canada to "kick my door in". 
Let me tell you something, B.M., I will not remove this post. I have removed your name, not to save your glorious reputation (that's a joke), but because I can't stand seeing any part of you let alone your ugly mug. Furthermore, keep your idle threats to yourself. You want to get on a plane to come and kick another daughter's door in, go ahead. You'd think you'd learn your lesson after kicking your youngest's door in, but apparently you're too delusional to see the stupidity in your ridiculous threats and embarrassing behaviour. ***

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