Come to Daddy

"Don't say 'Father' if you don't act like a son"
Yet who is the pillar, a supporter for this newborn?
Supposed to bear and help me solve daily problems
But deaf ears and cliché words "Yours are not real"
Forgetting the beginning of life, replacing them
With rude gestures and excuses resonating inside
Daring to compare different lives with time's absence
Drained to the concept of life by the new age culture
You forgot the love that brought me to life once
Selfishly, your money leeches your once hearted will
Stolen from our home you are, higher responsibilities
Standardized by your big buildings and inked papers
You feed my overweight stomach with society's junk
But who feeds now the hardened core, resembling yours?
Yes, my new core is scaled, withered and reborn into
A delicate shape of steel and cold ice, drawing spikes
In a fractal, disallowing entrances, heat disallowed
And feelings disowned; no wonder Oedipus never fails
The apple doesn't fall away from the tree, fate says
And a rotten fruit never grows a productive source
I have to say, then, overdosed from emptiness I lay
Rewriting the every day's pray instructions for good
"Don't say 'Father' if you are feeling like an orphan"