Dear Uncle Jack,
I hope you'll come back
to the family that surely loves you.
Grandma turns in her grave
for every day
that we are pushed forward without you.
Dear Uncle Jack,
yes, Mom called you a whack,
but I know you're not crazy.
You're lost.
Just stop selling crack,
and you'll find what you lack
when Samantha, your daughter, can hold you.
Dear Uncle Jack,
I called you twice before I left home to find you.
Dear Uncle Jack, I'm outside your house.
I've knocked for hours, where are you?
Dear Uncle Jack,
I thought you'd be hanging out at home,
but not from the ceiling fan.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
Dear Uncle Jack,
I hope you'll come back
to the family that surely loves you.
Grandma turns in her grave
for every day
that we are pushed forward without you.
Dear Uncle Jack,
yes, Mom called you a whack,
but I know you're not crazy.
You're lost.
Just stop selling crack,
and you'll find what you lack
when Samantha, your daughter, can hold you.
Dear Uncle Jack,
I called you twice before I left home to find you.
Dear Uncle Jack, I'm outside your house.
I've knocked for hours, where are you?
Dear Uncle Jack,
I thought you'd be hanging out at home,
but not from the ceiling fan.
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