Dad, I watched you fall. And split your head on the dock. I couldn't bear to see a lion so meek. In the Francis Jay Memorial Wing, so I never came. . My family tree is me.
You know it's the time, oh, goodbye for now. I crudely descend the stairway to defend. . And my 424, me and my 424. Me and my 424, me and my 424. . I piss you off in slanted rhyme, walk away in 3 4 time.
At dawn I walked across my front lawn. Humming some bloodying, Nordic rowing song. It was raked and cut and comforting. To comfort I said so long. . I stole my girl from her backyard.