Sunday, July 08, 2018

the wild thing



The wild thing
The father in hot soup
He goes to fund his tastes
Outside the scope of preying eyes

The siblings cry
Of accounts frozen
No money to pay bills
No money to enjoy

The wild thing
He’s single he’s free
He wants to play with his life
He doesn’t care what others say

The wild thing
The time will come
He will fall to the ground
Then he will open his eyes


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