INCUBATOR

 The cab is here! Come on out the door.
I wanted a wife but married a whore.
Your life is twisted. your mom you blame.
What a twisted life. Your mom is who you became.
The "shit" or the boy child? You were made to choose.
You chose the the "shit". The boy and his love you chose to loose.
He never really knew you as mom.
That's both fortunate and sad.  
All your crocodile tears mattered not. The only one he ever
wanted, needed, and loved was dear ole' dad.
Looking back was it worth it,
turning your back on your only son?
Your lifes chasing meth with your mother.
Are you having fun?
Down and out?
Feeling blue?
How's your daughter?
Oh yeh, you lost her to.
 
                                                                             Come out of the haze. Take the point from your arm.
You look older than your mother, that's cause for alarm.
Now that was harsh but I meant to be plain mean.
Do your feelings really matter now? Of corse not,
You have none.
You're dope fiend.                                                      A genius in the classroom. On the soccer field he's the star.
Wow! Time   has quickly ticked by.
Man, my boy's getting smarter by second.
He's growing up way to fast.
Dad's coaching soccer.
Mom's sucking dick for a
bast.
Your moms is getting high in the bathroom.  
Your raped by her dope man across your throat rests his blade.
We both know. You can say it. Deep down inside you know that's how your mom paid.
   
In this unfortunate and God forbiden case the generational curse held steady and true. While you got lost in your own closet, your daughters daddy did what your moms dope man did to you.