Our own infinity pool
With an outlook
Over clay tiled roofs
To the azure Aegean Sea
My father did not mean much to me
Apparently, as a boy in the family
That is not too too unusual
Yet here, on vacation
He strikes my imagination
Yachts with sails which lean
Towards the women
With their skimpy bikinis
Why wouldn’t you be
A carefree millionaire
Perhaps, because he had no support
Or money
He chose adultery
As one way out of his silence
One way into eternities of oblivion
The bodies sure are beautiful
In such relaxed warm winds
Where the big man smiles
And says good morning
On his way to the bar
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