by Arcassin Burnham

What has the world come to,
When people like you,
Get costody of child you know you can't take care of,
Cause he's only two,
And always care for you,
When you get drunk,
And every time you puke,
Have your temper tantrums,
And threatened your wife to throw him off a roof,
You still got the devils juice in you,
May he be careful towards everything you do,
Hey! But I guess thats what society does.