well, you've eaten the head off your Scorpion cake;
i hope you're proud of yourself.
five years ago yesterday --
no, the day before yesterday --
my body thought it could handle you.
boy, was it wrong. and sore.
forty hours and one operation later,
a nurse handed you to your dad.
took you back, wiggled you a little,
had you cry the pink into your toes,
and handed you back.
you always do what you want.
in your own frigging sweet time.
too true! "c'mon Benny, let's go! let's go! c'mon, this way, let's go! can you just walk straight please?"
ReplyDeleteall my sons are like this...they're own friggin sweet time indeed
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