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Brutally Honest
Brutally honest
Brutally honest
Blue eyes and blond hair
Sits and listens
To Dad butcher some great songs
Sitting on a panel of one
Judge and jury
Verdict in
Sentence Down
Doesn’t worry about feelings
Says daddy this really sucks
Maybe Breakers can be a song
A tennis ball
In a fire pit of my soul
Playing some bad guitar
Or fractured fairy tales
Being 16 in a 60 year old body
Isn’t easy on my bones
Chasing youth in the solar light
Losing a pickle ball
Found a crack in his judgment
Says this wasn’t really bad
He listens with thoughts
Lays down his verdict
Guilty of being a poser
Or sing with angels
Nothing like some
Brutal truth
Brutally honest
Blue eyes and blond hair
Sits and listens
To Dad butcher some great songs
Sitting on a panel of one
Judge and jury
Verdict in
Sentence Down
Doesn’t worry about feelings
Says daddy this really sucks
Maybe Breakers can be a song
A tennis ball
In a fire pit of my soul
Playing some bad guitar
Or fractured fairy tales
Being 16 in a 60 year old body
Isn’t easy on my bones
Chasing youth in the solar light
Losing a pickle ball
Found a crack in his judgment
Says this wasn’t really bad
He listens with thoughts
Lays down his verdict
Guilty of being a poser
Or sing with angels
Nothing like some
Brutal truth
Published 3rd Oct 2024
Author's Note
I wrote this based on the music to Polly by .Nirvana. It’s about my son being my best most honest critic. My daughter says everything I write is good which is a lie lol. My son on the other hand tells me I suck lol.
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