Too easy, always breezing through, eazing,
comfort, soft, cheeky squeezing,
me, this week, weaky, meek pleasing.

I was never sick
      Not like them.
It never sticked
      Like it did to them.

It grew, the fluke, blew up,
no backs, to the past that lacks
this new disease
        may be my last
                 before I drop the stacks.

Banner, seen at four,
didn't know
what, twenty, still no gut, no go,
from the get-go, no strut
again.

Manners maketh man!

No more greeting at the entrance door,
no meeting on the seventh floor, en trance,
no chance to meet your father, son.

What's wrong, how long
have I been gone, for,
twenty four, will I see?
Dealt a bad deal, who can I be
during the war
behind the banner's door?

Drop the act son,
you shouldn't ask, wouldn't know
how to react, son.
Better crawl, easy kid, better crawl,
like I did, better crawl, never done, kid,
we'll see if you deserve it.