Doing math with dad was never ever no laughing matter
when he came home skid row drunk and stumble bum
into the kitchen where mama mixed bad brownie batter
while I poured over addition tables refusing to succumb
to his stupid+fucking+bitch=die/die/die tongue clatter
until growling like a german shepherd dad's black eyes
rolled over white lurching forward with sausage claws
wrapping them around mama's tiny throat-choked cries
you're killing me and your little baby Shane is watching
but his wife's bulging face turning blue didn't give pause
to his stranglehold before I tugged on his trucker jeans
yanking down his maniac gorilla arm at the hairy elbow
at just the right 90 degree angle by any mama boy means
necessary even if I must crucify him like an old scarecrow