Children,
give me your nibbles
grow up and grow down again
I'll stretch you like pre-masticated silly putty
I'm lost
you're oblivious
babes sleeping in rooms above lions
haven't developed the reason
i bat you around, your cuts grow deeper
but it's me, It's daddy playing.
Haven't you seen the dog and
cat argue? who knows what
they're saying. but soon
son outweighs father.
daughter finds a shameful figure.
and one in three imitates daddy
in time for the old man to wonder
if he's always been wrong.
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