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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