That Song I'll Never Sing to My Son
Don’t forget to have a kid like that call-in contest you just knew you could win...
Like some angel With a dislocated shoulder Half f l y i n g H a l f falling Younger to older From the day I was born. Tumbling to earth Rushing up below Body on f i r e H e a r t aflame In s l o – m o , a horror picture show… To a silent piano score… Like that song I’ll never sing To my son. Like that song Like this song…. Don’t be a dick It’s harder than you think Learn from my mistakes Don’t please yourself Less than bosses & lovers But most of all… Don’t forget to have a kid Like you might forget That call-in contest You just knew you could win Cuz you knew all the words…. Like some angel Thrown outta heaven H a l f falling Half f l y i n g From what should’ve been… The day I was born. Like that song On that game show… That I’ll never sing… To that son I never had Hell, Like this song.
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▶️An earlier version previously published with discussion and accompanying artwork.