You're not the king to rule my life
Take another armful of surprise
And run with it.
You played the game through painted glass
And nailed us to our seats in a single pass
It's all a big laugh, from one view or another
As you stand on the throne of a usurped brother
Moths to a flame.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Fatherhood
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