Why do they call me the "Absent Father"?
I never left, I'm still here, if alone.
I can't pretend that term doesn't bother
Me, when the sin is not mine to atone.
I don't hear them say, "Virtueless Mother".
They're too busy paying a cheating wife
For becoming pregnant by another,
And putting the screws to my life.
At five years old, to live with me he cried.
He still cries today, my God, he's now ten.
But I'm told he's still too young to decide.
He must be twelve years old, and even then...
That only allows his testimony
To go before a judges scrutiny.
With paternal rights, like matrimony,
Mere myths to a California Daddy.
Meanwhile, I.R.S. takes thirty percent.
Whatever's left, the D.A. cuts in half.
And while I feel lucky I've made my rent,
I'm still not sure rather to cry or laugh.
Cause another man claims my child each year,
And every month, Mom gets a check for her sin,
Visitation depending on silence, I fear,
A California Daddy just can't win...
It's the little things you take for granted,
That'll mean the most to you when they're gone.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 12-13-1999).]