Sour Grapes

Maybe the day

That she met mama

Her tiny fingers framed

Her face, in light

It was so flawless

That she was a ghost

 

OkAY, it’s fine to hold her ransom

On her wedding day

Deflowered, reviled

And tossed aside

It’s useless anyway

 

I find your son dead in the alley

I find your friends decayed

I see sour grapes on the table

For all the guests to take

 

I’ll run back home

In the old man’s slippers

And take the widest route

So I can see the west and

What animals I should shoot

 

Okay, I beat the beanbag open

The kids cried in their seats

Parenting, it just seems so hopeless

Wth the way they look at me

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