The Prosperous Prodigal Son

Your First born son, your only son
Soon to be your prosperous prodigal son
Who will never return
For in his heart you burned an image of hatred
Your spite led him to be spiteful
Your insults led him to be insulting
Your anger led him to be angry
He was always on the edge, on the window, on the ledge
Pushed out to fall landing at the front door
You insulted him many times he insults once, but that’s enough
To lose someone you don’t love
He won’t be returning to that everlasting furnace of
Kyphotic Injuries Nailed Deep into his very being
You so called loving mother never turned an ear to hear
My qualms my quires or my thoughts and theories
My aches and pains or my losses and gains
You were never even there for me to care for me or help me ride a bike
And after all this should I cut out of my life
Your first born son, Your only son
Soon to be your prosperous prodigal son
What’s done is done and cannot be undone
I will venture and spend my money, make my money, share my money
And you won’t be there to see
Not because of me but because you don’t want to see
Me do well in life only to suffer in strife
Yes, the morals you embedded will help me forever
Your wealth will lead me to be wealthy
Your ambitions will lead me to be ambitious
Your pride will lead me to be proud
To stand above crowd and preach
But, the film of fiery images flips into light
Aligned with my sight enrages my spite
And sourced by all this I will not forgive
You for the way I had to live
Abusing your power in a vengeful shower
Or cusses, curses and coerces
Compelling me to abide by the verses
Of your law which I considered flawed
Despite all this I will not forget you
I will succeed and will still feed you
I will prosper and will let you enter my abode
To fold my clothes when you are old
For when you are old who else will you have as a son
But only one
Your First born son, your only son
Your now prosperous prodigal son