Primogeniture
My dad was never around
So my son has to see me
Every single day
My dad was indifferent
To my success or failure
So long as he was the hero
Of however the story turned out.
I just want to be my son’s
Powerless wizard warning
Him to pay attention
To all the hidden trapdoors
I’d ever fallen through.
Once a self-proclaimed white knight
My dad is now like any other castled king
Alone on his throne, back to the wall
Anxiously waiting for the coup
He knows is coming right there
In the middle of his Great Hall.
I’ve never been interested in kingdoms—
I only want my boy
To be better than me
But he’s mad right now, though,
Says he likes the feeling of falling
As I reach to catch him anyway.
My only spell is an overcompensation
That takes years to slough
From the next generation.
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