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an ode to my bro about our olds
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Greetings Ross how do you do
just had to write a poem to you
about 23 XXXXXXX road
and stuff you should know
Mum is so full of judgement
blocks love, not heaven sent
dad does try his best
for mum, doesnt meet her tests
Dad is in a no win
i dont like all the suffering
mum doesnt like the truth
she runs away from her uncouth
atmosphere here is well bad
and is making me so sad
my friends olds a carbon copy
happening to EVERY older family
its one thing saying get out
dad out of the house
he sleeps lots of the time
body failing, its a sign
but dad only sleeps constantly
being fed loads of food
not burning any calories
the whole thing needs to change
got no chance at their age
i will honestly do what i can
your brother is a magician
but my van still isnt right
no worries the garage are alright
looking at it again tomorrow
to sidestep my motoring sorrow
Im telling you now i need
a van in my life constantly
custom campers cost too much
and too light to carry loads of stuff
that old ambulance i found
suit everyone down to the ground
fold down steps, plenty of room
decked out, table and loo
electric, table for a brew
but theres another issue too
an income but not from you
im trying to sort stuff down here
so the olds i can be near
I need my computer from home
With certain information
I have an e book income
in between havent a penny
how do i take dad out daily?
I know your under the gun
Im busy making my own luck
I need a sacred site Sunday too
A manifesting ritual to do
Important for future positivity
Only on a new moon: Sunday
I know you can barely believe
Rituals, as old as the trees
Never a battle; dark and light
You have to manage it alright
I did a rite Saturday
To keep away negativity from me
Noone can manufacture energy
Magicians manipulate; banish negativity
Just learnt it of old family
Magicians from wales and normandy
Lived thousands of years ago
Now its a pleasure to know
Credit where credit is due
Im not here for me or you
I could have borrowed money
A while back to get away free
Of all of mums negativity
The sky aint my limit at all
Just the start of me walking tall
Yet another hiiden language code
To disempower dont you know
Im so far down the rabbit hole
My soul the system nearly stole
Too amazing up here
Im not coming out for no one
But when mum finds ink on sheets
And a broken tablet pc
I wont be the favourite son
You, Miska and Roman buckets of love
