Get Your Own Please! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

Four toothbrushes. One,/
blue, mine. Three, red, dad’s. Why did/
he grab the blue one?

Addendum: Just In Time — Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

My dad gave me a/
joyful high-five today:The/
martins’ scout found home.

Her wise father said/
nothing about heavenly/
angels. Earth’s hosts came.

I’m grateful for a/
Dad and Grandma who helped me/
see hidden nature.

My father is a/
good man. I am grateful that/
I came to his house.

My Dad,
who left us
after I left,
has grown fat
and confident.
He seems to not give
a shit.

My Mom,
who stayed
after I left,
and who was still there
when I returned,
has grown fat
in her self-loathing.

And I,
somewhere between,
hide in my room,
wishing I could scream
“GO, PACK, GO!”

Do dads ever get/
to be sad and to mourn their/
children and themselves.

Props to the kid in/
the red sweatshirt — and Dad — who/
left and still returned.

Once again, someone/
I love says they don’t like who/
I am. How’ll I quit?

At some point a few/
dads learn that fatherly love/
just isn’t enough.