Just East of the Midwest

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

I’ve forgotten to, think and pray for you,
School, work and beer, take me away from there,
My petty life seems, so important to me,
I’m so sorry Jack; Often I’ve looked past,
Past you and your kids, past injustices.

Fatherless dads creating fatherless sons;
Daughters spread your legs so you can feel loved;
Pride met, pride fed, so you run far and long;
This is the time to, turn the sky red from blue;
Our agenda met and enemies dead, our flag
now flies high and true.