Off-Centre of Attention
No offense to you, luv,
But being up the duff
Doesn’t warrant congratulations.
Let’s get to brass tacks:
Frequent fun on your back
…Is not what I’d call ‘tribulation’.
If applause is deserved,
It’s because this act has served
To fulfil your long-scripted ambition.
A year shy of twenty,
And now you’ll have plenty
Of ‘crises’ for constant attention.
What worries me most
Is that you are actually a host
To an innocent, new life inside you:
A page still to be turned
By a teen solely concerned
By what this ‘state’ can deliver to her.
So, lump it or like it,
Your future’s decided,
And you – a twig, not even a bough.
My dearest hope
Is that your offspring grows
As more than the trophy it is to you now.