Take the silliest drawings and magnets,
Buy a big fridge, put them on.
They will remind you of who the ******* are
When he's out playing. When he's gone.

You should play too. Grab a toy soldier.
Give him a name. Who cares, throw fits.
If you want to food hack your kids,
Mash up two different kinds of cereals.
This will make your breakfast unique.

Just think. Use your head.
That's what a parent is about.
It's about not being dead.

Grab little color chalks.
Draw his life. Let him correct it too.
He's better at it than you.

It's about not acting plain,
You carry his story,
But let him explain.

Don't just be a simple dad.
Be the best. Be a mom.
He needs one.

I decided to break the flow and turn around,
The water hurts, knowing i'm falling apart.
Stride.
The fish will have to feel it's charts
Shades of thousands came undone.
Swimming against your currents.
Now's the showdown, the waves collide
With me in between and my son.

No place to hide. Writing. Writing. Writing.
Silently writing your and my demise.

No space beneath the ground is now safe and sound
I know it will eventually break my body in tears
There is no subtle and defensive way to start;
I will write against you being smart, so smart it bleeds.
I'll write you out. Tear apart your Chanel 5 heart.

Fear me and every apologizing letter i convey,
Every song i might say...
I will be so glad to see you pay,
So happy for the rainy day.

Glasses shattered while shooting darts
No sacred grounds, a pound on your door.
There is no church to save you now, *****.
A bullet shot direct and scored.

Soliciting hate is the next big thing online
I guess i'm cutting slices this time.
A broken heart with nothing left to lose,
Is writing better stuff than yours.
I will cash out these goodbyes.
A Million screams to bathe in, but none is mine.
None.
Will.
Be.
Mine.

A wall will never stop the spread of disease;
Even if you are called the civilized west,
Banksy won't and can't make the cries to cease.
Cries from forefront clashes, from throwing rocks...
Hand over one's heart,
We all profit off; selling outdated Glocks.

Mapping out the labyrinth tale with a frag
Minotaur's keep the fight alive in this hell
A mechanic social manipulation
With hearts of Palestine in confiscation
Teenage angst never did pay off well.

One thing to comfort the Jew,
They're going to die anyway,
And so will you.

A sky full of sulfur
Coming down on little kids.
These aren't stars,
These are toxic tears.
These aren't stars,
You carry on your flags,
What shines are shells, grenades and frags.

Misuse of weaponry, a national trait;
Once second world war victims,
Now a first world charade.

I actually don't.
I have a problem with spies.
They lie.
That's why i call myself sky.
I make them bleed. im like a reality turner
an actor
a burner,
i make them pay for the lies they did
i make them change opinions about me

so i guess soon i die
on a no note man
what is it
is it a plan
a scheme
a gangstalking dream
*** is this
5 secret services after me
for next to nothing
and me writing sonnets suddenly
*** man

i like this feeling,
tom cruise
im like an oceans 11
just without the briefings
but briefings are for babies
as are also dollar bills

i had no payment for what i did
i had no payment for what i didnt do
but i have a feeling they do
****

Just happened to glance a pretty girl out there,
Bathed in tattoos, sitting in my bookstore.
I loved the way she looked, knew that i adore
That blouse, the chest, stuck sadly in her wheelchair.

Was it her fragility that made her fair?
Her curly hair complexed and tied trojan war,
A warrior on wheels, stare full of ignore,
Her name came to me in the air, it was Claire.

So unfair, a devastating joke from god.
Beautiful despair, her hand clutching the steel,
As she reads some more titles that came off odd.

A goddess, half man - half machine, you're ideal,
My heroine handicapped and neatly flawed.
Claire made me forgot my own Achilles' heel.

I finally got the pony my father deserved
He wanted one so bad
But it's a big red ****** pony
Sorry dad.
With eyes shooting lasers in the sky,
An animal from hell
Screaming a thousand goodbyes
To the quiet sheeple standing by

Its my inert decision to have a horse
A horse from hell instead of a friendly one
Because i got vile, sick, venomous, scarred
A horse bathed in divorce

For there is no ******* remorse
For little horseys you keep thrusting
The carriage of a thousand ponys
Little blind dumb fat *****, pulling a string to a storyless thread

All you need is one
A monster

Let's speak horoscope you little *****
What sign are you, oh thats so nice
My sign reads terror your eats spice
I'm a doberman, the stars spoke now
Born under a sign of dog, A killer  

I rise as you plummet kid
I burn flames when you're just a little spit
ITS MY ******* HORSE NOW

Don't name the baby Arya.
It's such a lie to do that now.
Name her after pornstars.
Name your daughter Stoya.
That's named after a real influencer
Named after a somebody
Glittered name of shiny bodies
Named after the highest view count online and off.
A muse name, someone everybody wants.

Let us not let **** names die.
It's ok to breed a Rocco
A name that wears a jive
Keeps art of namegiving alive

Just dont name them after politicians
Prostitutes and Liars
Dont name your kid after journalists
Drug dealers or musicians.

Let's stop those names popping up
George, Michael, Paul.
Quit the whole Beatles charade
Never were someone to look up to afterall.

Stop this rain of assh**e names
Like Boris, Donald, David, Ian.
Give the kids a wider range.