The poem is a message from a grown son to his father, and it begins casually, almost like a text: "hey dad, how are you?" That breezy tone doesn't last. Within a few lines he is asking for cash, admitting he has no job, and saying he needs to feed his wife, Anna, and their kids. He calls himself a drop-out and a "coke head," so he seems to know exactly how employers see him.
What he feels is a tangle of shame, panic, and pride giving way. He blames his younger self for thinking he was "INVINCIBLE," and the capital letters hint at how hollow that confidence now sounds. The threat of divorce adds urgency. By the end he is on his knees, ready to "whore" his soul.
The title, "Pater Noster," suggests the Lord's Prayer, so the poem reads like a prayer to a father. The scattered spacing makes it feel halting and breathless, and the mood is raw, uncomfortable, and pleading.