A father’s gay.
Gay as an unfinished gazebo, if not fantastic fence.
A fantastic fence built by an impoverished opioid addict.
An impoverished opioid addict married to another addict undergoing chemotherapy.
Another addict undergoing chemotherapy formerly married to a freak caught fucking her chihuahua.
And a buddha lies broken in my backyard.
Broken by a man named Child fired over his gazebo.
Can the impoverished opiod addict make the gazebo fantastic, too, helped by a chihuahua yapping at his boots?
Can he transform the Child’s play before a father dies from an unfinished heart?
Life is more than suffering.
What face did you have before your parents were born?