I sit alone at home again,
Woken up to be berated,
And told of all my flaws,
Hear I sit alone again,
Cast aside and friendless.
I worked late last night,
As I do nearly every night,
To provide for a family,
Who takes that work for granted.
It's theirs. Why can't I provide more?
Rarely do I get out of the house now.
And escape it's imprisoning walls.
Tried to help the daughter,
With her homework;
She treated me with scorn,
And threw herself down,
In mock despair,
When I said the US news media,
Isn't considered trustworthy,
By most Americans.
I said "don't worry",
I am sure your teachers,
Will still accept USA Today.
Let's disect this study,
On media trust,
Published by Pew Research.
The wife came down,
Comforted the daughter,
And dismissed me with an,
"I don't think that's true."
Discussion over.
Mom has spoken.
Approaching the statistical peak of my earning power:
The 40's,
I've never felt more powerless.
It still matters a lot here,
In this "socialist paradise",
How much money one earns -
In fact it's damned expensive!
But no likes making choices,
Between having this thing,
Or having that.
And I have the audacity,
To not let them all have it now.
"If you were really dedicated to living here,
You wouldn't keep that money in savings!"
I do most of the shopping,
Which here must be very often,
As we don't have a car,
(Again my failure to provide).
I buy mostly unprocessed food,
Because it's healthier,
And, with the right choices,
Less expensive.
"Will you go shopping,
Zara has no food."
"Yeah, dad,
There's nothing to eat."
I list six options,
Each requiring varying degrees,
Of more effort than pressing a button.
"Ugh! I don't have time!
I have to get to school."
But worst of all,
Is the example of manhood,
I'm setting for my son.
He sees me brow-beaten,
And pussy-whipped,
And must want to avoid that fate:
A sieged island,
In a storming sea,
Drinking himself to death.
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