given gabbings that gavin's goin grave-grabbin
we knew we needed someone new
so newsom won't sue some such new son,

to sum it up anew

a half century ago,

a child is raised
to have one of his own
it's life's funny way
of keeping me unknown

connected is the family tree
branches held so tight
won't break so easily
no matter all my might

maybe i'll be a science ****
or a mathematician
whatever it is, they say that
i'll be just like him

i said i have to come clean
i'm not who you want me to be
so i bought a can of gasoline
to burn this family tree

after the flame, after the ashes
the light starts to dim
i think, maybe my son will hate me
just like him

the strings have called
i've yet to answer
the voice is appalled
i see visions of a dancer

i hope
someday
i'll be there

don't be late, now
it's inevitable fate, how
long will i wait?
observing all this Dynamite
that Eddie Ate

Good Bye to waiting
Good Bye to setbacks
Good Bye to Eddie

start, don't stop

lest i forget
how dreams flop

i deserve a life sentence
for killing all this time
writing these sentences
that occasionally rhyme

up above,
the sky is crying

you're not alone, sky

many humans,
feel your pain

they can relate
to the sadness of the rain

across the seas, danger lies
a villain with big goals
a villain of microscopic size

within the schools, children chatter
enthused by prospects of freedom
not knowing how much it matters

over the intercom, principal screams
"we'll be closed for two weeks,
for a brief quarantine"

fatal two weeks, turned to forever
now we've grown farther apart
as we couldn't come together