Spud - Whatever, Dad

Please don’t leave the table, I’m still eating

My plate’s half full

But I feel you mushing towards the sink

Am I boring you?

I’m probably boring you

It’s just that your

Absence makes me grow

An absence of my own

You prefer to rest

But I’m still walking

Around release and, doubtful

I am one to think

Are you ignoring me?

Stop fucking ignoring me

It’s just that your

Absence makes me grow

An absence of my own