But He Has a Future

Maybe I’m the unfavored son

Perhaps I am a fortunate one

But the seas still crash upon the doors

My hopeless soul seals up the pores

Because I am not a fortunate one

Don’t like senators or killers guns

Can’t replace the hierarchical son

They mutilate and kill us for fun’s 

Just don’t speak ill of all that hun’ 

All too shocked about their sons

He’ll always be the most important one.

We remain the unfortunate ones. 

Inspired by Creedence Clearwater Revivals’ “Fortunate Son” and the fall of Roe V. Wade.