He's gutting windows and popping pills
He's got seven children and golden gills
He's got wings coming out of his shoulder
And a belt made of steel
I'm sad and sickened and horrified at once
He said he'd make it all better and continued to pounce
His time is drawing nearer to an end he's not 27 anymore
By this age things must be underway you are getting kind of old
He's up to his old habits shopping nabisco biscuit
He's got no insight so very little control
He's jaded and he's bitter
He's not willing to own
It's empty where his heart once stood
His children are alone
A caregiver he could've been but unwilling to conform
even a little bit to grow away from where he's gone
Unwilling to let go
The kids neglected with no clothes
I'm shopping for things to fill up this
empty perception of a basket
But then I turned the corner
and found the shopping cart was full.
I am always willing to find ways to avoid the eternal casket
When the empire of Encino falls
I'll take it to the hills.
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