My Way
I promise to be your son.
To do as you say, i may.
To do as not by my hand-
I could as well die by May.
Shouldn't i smoke a little?
Like Charlie, Crystal, or Reefer by bong.
Who knows what reward awaits by gong
Than live a code brittle.
Maybe i should wink a bit too.
Romp around and get me a boo.
i shall still be your son
then.Pray i do not get shunned
in the wake i squander all,
I will find something to do.
I will be strong a wall
any more
a mere yankie to woo
that blessed will be that day
I'm full of learning,
No more yearning
For the things that make me pay.
All i ever ask,
Please, let me do it my way.