Our Daughter
I'm not cautious, rather uncareful As was evident nine months ago The doctor told me I was fertile What that meant, I did not know I found out my girlfriend was pregnant I couldn't believe it was true But she wanted to have the baby So what was I supposed to do? The baby was born on a Monday They told me to cut the cord I nearly killed myself and the baby But I didn't, so I thank the Lord We brought her back to our apartment We told her to stay in the room She does not yet understand English So she followed a yellow balloon Our daughter fell out of the window We feared that her head she would hit But good luck was with us that morning Cause she fell in a big pile of shit.This one's for you, Amethyst. You asked for it, you got it... Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 08:39 AM PST 10 • 0 • 14
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"I'm not cautious, rather uncareful..."