There are self imposed cages

Filled with private passions

And with your little rages

Oh, I could detail this for pages

On your lack of compassion

Your narcissism in all its stages

But what in the end would it benefit

There would be all but no good in it

So, instead it seems it’s another case

In which I internally turn about face

And instead extend you some grace

Instead of putting you in your place

You see, its for the good of our daughters

And if I am nothing else, I am their father