(Parody of More Than I Can Say by Leo Sayer)

A gift to bitterly divorced Dads everywhere

This parody is dedicated to fathers who’ve been deprived of so much, so unfairly and so often.  Fathers who, in their manufactured desperation, find it psychologically impossible to communicate with the children they love but who a perverted and manipulated judicial and social system has sundered and who society then accuses them of having abandoned.  It’s a parody designed to give comfort to the children who believe they’ve been abandoned and can’t understand why.

This parody is not meant as a denial that men can be evil, cruel, unfair, unfeeling and brutal, but to point out that such defects are shared equally among the sexes and that while today the mainstream media and Hollywood artfully and persuasively speak for feminism and have been important in alleviating unpardonable abuses, they have also joined wicked feminists in perpetrating comparable sins against very decent fathers.

Abuse is a chain, the abused becoming the abuser, the lover becoming the hater, an infective virus that seems unstoppable.  Perhaps that’s just who and what we are and we each take turns in abused-abuser roles.  But perhaps too, a little empathy, balance and honesty might go a long way.

So, … here’s another side of the coin.

The Bitter Divorced Father’s Ode

Woe woe yeahy yeahy
I loathe you more that I can say,
I’ll loathe you twice as much tomorrow
Woe woe, loathe you more than I can say.

Woe woe yeahy yeahy
I loathe you every single day
Why must my life be filled with sorrow
Woe woe, I loathe you more that I can say.

Don’t you know I hate you so?
Tell me please I gotta know
Do you mean to bleed me dry?
Just like every other guy.

Woe woe yeahy yeahy
I loathe you every single day
Why must my life be filled with sorrow?
Woe woe, I loathe you more that I can say.

Don’t you know I hate you so?
Tell me please I gotta know
Do you mean to bleed me dry?
Just like every other guy.

Woe woe yeahy yeahy
I loathe you more that I can say,
I’ll loathe you twice as much tomorrow
Woe woe, loathe you more than I can say.

I loathe you more that I can say,
I loathe you more that I can say (more than I can say)

I’ll loathe you twice as much tomorrow (more than I can say).
I’ll loathe you twice as much tomorrow,

I loathe you more that I can say
(More than I can say) I loathe you more that words can say.
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2017; all rights reserved

Guillermo Calvo Mahé is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia.  Until recently he chaired the Political Science, Government and International Relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales.  He has academic degrees in political science, law, international legal studies and translation studies and can be contacted at wacalvo3@autonoma.edu.co.  Much of his writing is available through his blog at http://www.guillermocalvo.com.