my father’s artistic son

My father was born in Austria. Germans are very austere. After WWI Germany was decimated, but within less than two decades, through hard work and self-sacrifice, the German people made their nation a world power once again. I was raised by such a man, but ultimately I was a disappointment;

 a poet who once wrote:

 

aliens on acid

i could have been a contender

but i was distracted

by dust on a fender

 

easier to lay about

drink broken sunshine

scribble my pout

as rhymes guide the line

 

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