call me....a bum
for in cardboard I lay
from taxes I could not pay-
call me....a drunk
with 100 proof tears
2 for every dying year-
call me....a child
when my dreams are smashed
burnt away and slowly ashed
and then you call me....a terrorist
when I act against
you might as well call me....your father
you son, for you have poisoned
everything to come
and Ill give you a gun
to shoot all the ghosts
that you have now won.
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