Author's note: This is a song I recorded with Antonio Redondo, as part of the music project Papasaurius Rex. Read it or listen or both.
Wake up to leave
The warmth of the bed;
The grind is still
Waiting on you.
The kids they need
Feeding;
The boss'll be fuming
To blow.
With no one
beside
Under the blankets;
You're feet hit the cold
Of the floor.
Breakfast is chaos
Your son's lost a shoe,
But you've only got
One pair of hands.
Our daughters, looking back
Where are their heroes?
Our daughters, looking back
Where are their heroes?
After the school run,
Late as per usual,
The lunch shift is
Really a hell.
The man on the TV.,
Tells you life is so easy,
If only you lost a few
Pounds.
The kids are still hungry
You feed and you bathe them
Then slip into bed
All alone.
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My Papi's Mid-life Crisis
RandomI'm forty two and in danger of falling through the cracks of mediocrity; also known as a midlife crisis. I don't drive, so I can't buy a fancy car to fix it. I love my wife, so I can't have an affair with another woman. This book is part of my attem...
