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