Styrofoam Plates

There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes I threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes That you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father but a donor of seeds to a Poor single mother that would raise us alone We'd never see the money that Went down your throat Through the hole in your belly Thirteen years old in the suburbs of Denver Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner at the catholic church. the servers Wore crosses To shield from the sufferance plaguing the others Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity And I'm thinking of you, I do every year When we count all our blessings And wonder what we're doing here You're a disgrace to the concept of family The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily And I'll stand up and scream If the mourning remain quiet You can deck out a lie in a suit but I won't buy it I won't join in the procession that's speaking their piece Using five dollar words while praising his integrity And just cause he's gone it doesn't change the fact He was a bastard in life thus a bastard in death