Father's Day

Dear daddy why you never there

Thought you was david blaine the way you disappeared

Momma thought I'd be rogaine and keep you here

So I give you these bars when I want to give you the chair

It's the third sunday in June ninety nine I assume

I woke up ran in the living room

Turn on the tube click past the news

Flipped past cartoons

Momma yelling breakfast is coming soon

So I question like why the only pops we know is john witherspoon

Momma was fantastic four us and you dr doom

She was wonder woman working two or three jobs