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Back Packers
Packing on the back
Of Kickstarter Backers
Backpacking past the
Blast From The Past
Inspired by a couple of rappers
And star-spangled
Tangled Stars thought to be from Mars
Driven away by the fear of driving cars
Haunted by the face I keep inside of a jar
Inside a room I keep slightly ajar
Sometimes I think I've gone too far
And feel as though I'm being eaten by the bar
Even though I've kept you on the other side of the bar
I promised never to drink
How'd I end up in a bar?
A parent destined to be a star
Apparently the parent didn't go very far
Apparent that her errant future
found her way out of Illinois
The youngest child
Destined to meet a boy
Who couldn't love with his heart
A stupid, brilliant boy
Who became the father I want to tear apart
Well
Sometimes
Sometimes during this ever so frequent
Unloading of my shopping cart heart
It's difficult to tell my feelings apart
OR WHETHER OR NOT I CONTINUE TO BE LABELED AS A PRODUCT
AS A BIT PART
OF MY FATHERS PREVIOUS INABILITY TO CONNECT
LOVE AND A FUCK
two four letter words represent my "good luck"
A bruised little baby who loved Donald Duck
And now
I feel stuck

Because I don't want to make the same mistakes
But I will
Because I am the son of my father
And the mentally ill






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