Who are you...

Who are you to call yourself a dad,
you were never there when things got bad.

When our apartment burnt down you bought me a new teddy bear,
then went home to your new girlfriend and new kid.

When I broke my arm playing in your yard,
you called mom to come get me.
Why was that?

When I was scared of the storm you told me to go back to bed,
I was just a kid, was that bad?

As I grew up you saw me less,
were you ashamed to have a girl as your kid.

Now I never see you,
But those memories linger on.
you were the worst role model and an even worse dad.

People say guys are wired different,
I think they are just a waste of space.