Twas the dawning of Father's Day, so said Facebook
Not a feeling was stirring, not even a fuck.
No flowers were planted by the headstone with care
Cos a mad pauper's grave can have no headstone there.

The children were restless, and not in their beds
Cos visions of suicide danced in their heads
Of white overalls and of tablets and shame
And sickness and pimping, a life quite insane.

The people all oohed with their widened mouthed stares
Like they knew and they loved and were so full of cares
And they cooed and they cried as they all felt they oughtta
For a man laid in sick, but not one was his daughter.

Now Susan! Now Rachel! Now Jain, Troy and others
Now Vicky! Now Carla! More sisters than brothers
I leave you this legacy, madness and badness
Now dash away! Dash away! Indulge in this sadness.

He left just a debt and a note to remember
The loss of his love on that day in December
No thought for his children,the people infected
The kids of the punters he freely injected.

As his selfish wrecked body did fail and did flounder
As his eyes became blind and his belly got rounder
And the game was unfair cos they all got to know him
And the partners of punters with AIDS came to get him.

He was frightened and scared and he felt so alone
No way out, no-one left, no-one cared any more
Twas then. only then, that he gave up the fight
And said Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!