Dec 2013
I am the son,
The son of a beautiful woman,
Who has endeavored to obey the law, the law of laying hold of her offspring, in the midst of high-pitched cries in baby towels, and sometimes the foolish laughters, as she washed me with baby shampoo in the warm waters, playful like a tamed cub, and yelling 'tha tha tha' like I never was to say 'mommy' one day, or like I was never to accuse 'daddy' for not bringing more toys, but crying myself to sleep became a mandatory option, demand for breast-feeding, demand for balance coins later, then she said I was to learn how to earn my own, I was made to believe going to school will make me own real cars, she said I was never to lay in baby baskets anymore, so she opened the door, then "Go my Son, be a Man"
The son of a beautiful woman,
Who has endeavored to obey the law, the law of laying hold of her offspring, in the midst of high-pitched cries in baby towels, and sometimes the foolish laughters, as she washed me with baby shampoo in the warm waters, playful like a tamed cub, and yelling 'tha tha tha' like I never was to say 'mommy' one day, or like I was never to accuse 'daddy' for not bringing more toys, but crying myself to sleep became a mandatory option, demand for breast-feeding, demand for balance coins later, then she said I was to learn how to earn my own, I was made to believe going to school will make me own real cars, she said I was never to lay in baby baskets anymore, so she opened the door, then "Go my Son, be a Man"
