Child support’s what you need, a new dude, the old one’s ghosted,
And Chatty Cathys who nods along, never speaking nonsense.
You reach out to folks, craving love, empathy, and care—
But they hit you with, “Chill, let it slide, don’t even stare.”
What’s that even mean— “let it slide, let it go—where?”
Why don’t y’all just bounce with your nonsense and bang your heads on a wall somewhere?

Yeah, I’ll leave, since you insist, it’s crystal clear—
Cause I’ve annoyed you terribly,
and in every way.
But still, I’ll cling to a pointless hope,
that maybe—just maybe—you’ll call me back, and I’ll cope.

But while I’m not called back, with Chatty Cathys in tow,
I’ll hit up church—been meaning to—join the holy show.
Don’t trip, it’s just me, that’s how I roll,
I’ll go there—cross my heart—pay my toll.
Light a candle for myself—for my soul’s repose.
I’ll burn in hell for now, I s'pose.

And when I’m roasted in that fiery pit, you’ll yell,
“Serves you right!”
“Why’d you ride for every clown in sight?
Go smash her, you freak, you hopeless case.”
But how can I, when I’m already dust in this place?
I’m stuck in hell from the last life’s race.
And you’ll snap back, “Aha! So you had it all mapped!
You’re a creep, through and through—burn in hell, you’re trapped!”
I’ll sigh, “Here we go again…”
And off I’ll stomp, my fate sealed, my end.

So I roll up to this spot, now like home to me—
Smells like fire and decay, far as I can see.
And there, the Devil himself steps out, whining weak,
“Yo, what’s this? Look who’s back! Man, I’m beat!
I can’t even punish you no more—I’m fresh outta tricks,
And space? Bro, it’s packed to the bricks.
Your wife—****, she’s fire, no cap!
Not just her curves, but her soul’s on tap.
We tried to learn from her, but flopped,
And in the end, we all just dropped.
A line of fools like you clings to my gate,
‘Cause that dude with heaven’s keys procrastinates.
He saves his juice, the stingy hack,
Dodges his job, won’t cut no slack.
If anyone shows at his door,
He checks with your wife, then shows ‘em the floor.
He lets no one into heaven’s halls,
‘Cept Lady D—she’s saintly, after all.”

I bounced back—and since then, I’ve wandered—
Here and there, in circles, I’ve squandered.
This twisted life chews me up, rips me apart.
I’m neither here nor there—just lost, no start.
I’m in some quantum state, it’s wild.
Like being bent over—but in reverse style.
So be it—I’ll vibe with this murky grind.
Six feet under, I’ll still be the same,
And life won’t teach me no game.

Just make sure, oh Lord, my wife loves me
again.