Time zips by at lightspeed

Before scant opportunity

to make amends totally tubular slips away,

I (one generic doubting thomas)

reach out across cyberspace without delay

jumpstarting and kickstarting reflections

linkedin with fifty plus shades of gray

snapchatting and twittering

do you know the way to San Jose?

A random destination

I imaginatively mosey

lackadaisical bridging divide to Oakland,

whereby poor excuse for papa doth pray

ye will accept mine attempt

to mend figurative fences - slay

the beast of burden oy vey

once for all under woes

to paternal parent who cares -

singing yippie yie yay!

Impossible mission to banish and

vanish woes that didst zap

thee when yours truly (delinquent dada)

fictitious and/or transgressions

he doggedly, cruelly, and blithely

years gone by did yap

pained fallout across precious progeny

alienation doth still wrap

hermetically sealed darling daughters

none other than yours truly fell prey

to his self made abominable trap

scheming adulterous liaisons

just barely avoiding marital mishap

though irrevocable psychological fallout

heavily impacted metaphorical didst kneecap

father/daughter relationships annihilated

with ear splitting emotional thunderclap,

thus only apology offered accursed philandering

soiling restitution, whereby

reparations forever swallowed

into a figurative (bay sic) wide

gulf course teed off handicap.

No matter probable (understandable) aversion ye

experienced toward lame casanova wannabe

unfaithfulness tarnished potential virtue thee

need never invite papa

into your confidentiality prithee

regarding filial rapport with Zayda

(my father) forgiveness key

as I too grieve since grim reaper will emcee,

when labored breathing ceases and Boycie

joins grateful dead.

Awareness pronounced inevitably his passing will

(does) sadden heart and soul of indomitable gal

regarding said lass, (who brusquely reciprocates)

possessing academic energetic,

italic opportunistic skill

cuz, I recognize

no vibrant rapport exists between us,

nor could or would I impose

to beget profound sharing when nil,

née nonexistent bond prevails

never knowing mine dad's mein kampf,

a moost bitter pill,

hence quite so many decades in future

when basic life functions analogous to uphill

battle, grandpa Matthew Scott

witnesses rigor mortis, which sets mine

once upon a time washboard abdomen

into matted, flaccid, and bloated flesh

as if drowned in the Schuylkill.