9.25-10.1: A Cat That Pushes My Father and Me Off of the Counter

You may be fooled by my blonde mustache,
But I actually am my father:
A drunken mess that confesses he’s broken,
Glues himself together, and shatters again.

The idea of a complete and neat version
Scares the bejeezus out of me.
So I lean further and further over the ledge, dangling
While I wait for my weight to hurl me to the floor.

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