So do I dare present this piece of work
to him, to read and ponder? Is it fair?
I plumbed my recall, inking like a clerk.
So do I dare?

I stripped away the fluff and didn’t spare
my ego, or the father’s rolling jerk.
I tried to lay the circumstances bare.

But mostly I dispelled the irksome murk.
I hope I give, he reads, we clear the air.
I’m striving to defeat what legends lurk.
So do I dare?