Where was he?
Where was he when I journeyed
Through that fallopian runway?
He seemed to have released
Those millions and me in such a hurry!
Perhaps groaned to his satisfaction
Or rolled away in his deception
And closed the door behind

Where was he since he closed that door?
Probably opening more doors
Making more angry babies
And deceiving more ladies
Fouling their fine lives
And brushing them all behind

Where was he since he brushed mama
And I behind?
Perhaps he forgot we weren’t the only
Things he’d brushed behind

He did his glossy black hairs too
An his photos won’t hide that too

But I will ask once more
What did he do with the hairs’ blackness?
Because he is back now
And wants me to care for the grey ones
Where was papa
While I needed him?