He was always the screwup and his parents were wiping their hands For the screwup his respectable parents were always wiping their hands They didn’t know what to do with him and let him make his own mistakes The infinite gap between them constantly grows and expands He never learned anything and didn’t understand any commands
He partied on the street and could be heard yelling The foreign city walkers blankly looked at him They shake their hands and try to waddle past He calls out to every husband saying take me home Tim The windows shut up above trying to blockout the cries They don’t appreciate that he needs them all to know who he is He’s verbally tattooed his name there as if its his eponym He never learned anything and was always the loud one
Once he took it a little too far and got booked They placed him in a hole and gave him a number The system was molding him into something new There’s not much more out there that’s dumber If you punch a bag a thousand times you only get a callus Repeat the process and be ready for the same result They could only make sure his growth was to encumber He never learned anything much less his lesson
He came out different the air blew in desperation He didn’t know how to be funny any longer His tongue went the way of his sobriety He was fully hooked up to the city sewer system He desperately pleas to the one he called a fishmonger They’ve got no way to communicate with him And ask him to come back when he feels a little stronger He never learned anything not even his place
When his parents were asked about him they whispered As if saying it in a hushed tone would keep it quiet Truth is they’d lost touch and cut him out of Both the will and the family photos The thought of their failure caused an internal riot Because he’d dosed up just a little too much His heart got too excited at what he’d supplied it Dead at twenty-seven he never really learned anything
