I like the feeling of this. All the “slang” words make the emotions more real and I think makes it easier for the reader to relate

“I come not to praise, but to bury.” And you’ve certainly succeeded at that. It’s sad the stories like this need to be told, but you’ve done a good job of conveying the emotional, if not physical, abuse suffered by the narrator at the hands of his father. Honest and excellent eulogy.

It’s incredible the way our parents make us in whatever fashion.
You lyricise it beautifully.
The words you choose project hatred, but at the same time mask some kind of remorse.
We can never truly hate our parents. I know too many who’ve tried.

Thank you all for the words of feedback. You are right Blue, it’s both difficult & easy to hate him for all that he’s done. But he is still my father.