Running wild and running free.
Not knowing even a glimpse of me.
Just running along at my blinding pace.
So you don't mind if I spit in your face.
Wanting to be repressed,
even though your prosily dressed.
You want submission under your God
and all you can say is a grim nod.
Smacking your kids for dope
but your just choking on your rope.
Your rope of control and fate
and expectation a clean plate.
So in your old age and alone
waiting for the kids to phone.
Don't be surprised when they never show.
Just because they decided to blow
out of town and out of your life.
Just like you 1st, 2nd and 3rd wife.
So get it straight before you die
or your kids wont be able to look you in the eye.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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