A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
You have to start somewhere
Your throat can handle it
Step up your game, boy
Spread me like a slice of toast
Wanna get back at your dad?
Get all up in my face
We'll teach you hand by hand
Parent teacher meeting
Not staring, just noticing
Movies and naked chill
Get in here and mess with it
Just looking out for dad
You had plans to fly away?
I'll try my hardest, boss