Who is your sire?
Rage burns like fire.
Gradtitude and kindness.
In a trance that is mindless.
Who knew 18 years later a maybe.
I never had a daddy for my baby.
Another father, why bother?
A divorce it would force.
With no mercy or remorse.
Who would choose their career
over a life together without fear?
A girl or a boy? Both would bring joy.
A baby with a carriage,
doesn’t always lead to marriage.
A new house with another spouse.
In another city, how clever & witty.
I bet los angeles would be pretty.
Saying it’s not realistic, makes me go ballistic.
I need to memorize lines.
Be surrounded by pines.
Don’t allow the past to rewind.