Your aims to have me gainfully employed|
Look to the World naturally paternal
But, they hide all the ways that you destroyed
My chances, yet they hold a Truth kernel
Not desires of a Father for his Son
Not an Irishman escaping Famine
Not a running from childhood Depression
But a motive my Muse will examine
If I just reestablish my career
Not only will this to the World look well
Might it not, too, reduce your one great Fear
That for your Sins you'll be headed to Hell?
There is but one detail you overlooked
I may wish that my Father in Flames cooked.