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Eating Pablum with a
spoon,
Not right now, but very soon,
I will be a grownup boy,
In my Daddy's own saloon.
I see Daddy walk my
way,
Watch him spin and watch him sway,
Watch him fall and then pass out,
It is such a great display.
I just want to be like
him,
Fill my glass up to the brim,
Then go out and drive a car,
Risking both my life and limb.
Daddy's such a
'good ol' boy',
That the bosses won't employ,
Now he has a loaded gun,
Look, he has a brand new toy.
Daddy needs to have
some cash,
So he does a 'smash and dash',
From the prison to the streets,
Eating food from dumpster trash.
Now he lives inside a
box,
Smelly clothes and holey socks,
I just want to be like him,
Live my life down on the 'rocks'.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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