Blasé…. Ain’t you Daddy? / You shot your sperm into me, / And never set me free. / This ain’t a hate thing… / It’s a love thing / If lovers every really love that way / The way they / Say. / I gave you a loaf of sugar, / You tilt my wound ’til it runs. / All of Ethiopia awaits you / My prodigal son. / Blasé ain’t you big daddy / But momma loves you. / She / Always has.
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