False Wisdom

it stays with me

playing poker

dad says there’s

nothing dirtier than money

tells me to wash my hands

before munching on the chips

i suggest he sample

a turd and a dollar

at life’s buffet

let me know what he thinks

he says watch your head

as we climb into the attic

in search of some forgotten stuff

i tell him you can’t

the head always lagging behind

what the eyes won’t see