My Real Dad

My real dad doesn’t fall for any nonsense,

and yet here you are —

bullying me,

clinging to me,

cursed fans who already have husbands,

but you go after married men,

and even bully their children.

All because my dad is a footballer,

and you are his fans.

Do you even have a conscience,

attacking a child

just because you fancy her father?

You throw your envy around like it’s a game,

but I see through it all.

My dad stays grounded,

and I — well, I keep laughing at your chaos