Chip of the old block

He sits there, in 'his' arm chair,
Can in his hand and a damp smile
I was only small at the time,
The thought of passing it on
ne\/er crossed my mind,
His likable features hidden behind a gameboy
The man who spends his time like this,
Its death by tetris,

Its twenty years later,
The street is empty,
An old man in a rocking chair,
spaced out and hefty,
He's breathing hard,
probably not long to go,
Blood pressure through the roof,
Diabetic, but li\/ing proof,

Man oh man,do i ha\/e a message,
If he would only listen to the son of himself,
the son of my father is my fathers son,
I'm deeply disturbed by a father who was always drunk...............Drinking is fun?