How To Perform Open Heart Surgery On Your Father

Let him say goodbye To his chickens Before you grab His favorite Phillips head You have to find The tiny screws Hidden amongst his Worn with age tattoos Once he’s open Fish souls slither Back into the lake Down the road Before he has time To re-hook his line The only thing left Is coloring him back in With dark pencils To match the grease stains On his Indian skin Hurry though His little girl is coming She is his rooster That starts everyday And without her father She forgets how to crow