Poem: Bargaining with my Father

The only bargaining chip I have at my father's table is me; My physical presence, my conversation, my dress.

If he refuses to capitulate I have no choice, but to call in my only marker; me.

I have more time than he does on Earth, and he knows this, too.

All I have to do is wait for him and go on with my life. He'll either fold and help me monetarily, or he will not and he'll die alone.