My seed, my seed, why do I despise thee? Never, have I been respected for my Generous gifts given in between thighs. One mischievous night that I could not flee And now I’m bound to you through my money. I did not want you; now you’re always nigh You somehow stimulate every sigh Laud’num doesn’t dull your presence, my seed.
Sometimes, I think – but no – my mind’s tangled. Red *** riddles reveal… nothing. I find These psychotropic fantasies have slid Beyond me and you, I could not wrangle. Years will pass ‘til we meet, but the check’s signed Because *******, my seed, you’re my kid.