We're allowed all talks
Except our problems
No one cares if we lost our money
Or who robbed them
Start all nice and warm the fire
At all events we eat
Then don't start talking
Where you win in defeat
Because family allows memories
Memories are safely unchanged
Nowadays is ok as long as you're ok
The future always has to be a blank page
Don't build hopes as families really
Don't like that to happen
They've had enough of burnt bridges
New ones are just a family sin
So if you're poor, pretend you're not
If in debt, spendthrift the credit card
They'll come running at the gift
But the return on the money is just hard
Allow them blood, they're just family
They're not really people
God made them for some purpose
Admitted by church, mosque and steeple
An emoji, a smile, a nod
That's at best a rejection of sorts
Because admission in families is an art
It takes not being a part to be a-part
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