One of the problems I have reading new poems is if I get to the end before the writer does, the poem is DOA. WHERE ARE WE GOING WITH THIS! This is also known as "telegraphing" as in punch. See I view poetry as an engagement and the "poem" often lies with its face on the mat by the second stanza. Yeh, a boxing match.
Now this guy often will not win on points, but check this out
God this is the rhythm of a boxing match, he's pacing you, he's going the distance and then POW, he knocks you out. Now I don't know about the last three lines, because at the previous two all I heard was a ten count.
So you go back and read, oh. that is how we got there (foreshadowing).
And he gets you there by pacing
, never staying in the same place too long. (and boring you)
This one I feel the title should have been "Giving the finger to Father", but is more deserving of the four comments, he is a better writer than most give him credit for.