Jess

Da's back in the pen, my stomach turns to rope, Ma stands there bereft, if you really want class, consider that joke, when you turn grass, be the first to offer, smoke with their loans, you the first son, if you can’t be assed, then leave them alone, don’t poison their glass, even pretend, their hurt is gone, with all your mess, the ugly crap, sung down their phone, don’t say they’re last, when needing your help, give them some scope, if they are like lepers, live on your own