On Being a Bastard

Farewell, friend, until tomorrow where you

Are still nitpicking our diets and names

The potential is still there yet

It's somehow unexpected, I'll show you

Courage, if you show me

Responsibility, something lost

Long ago

In trying to please everyone

In pleasing ourselves

If it feels good, it (must be right)

So tell me, what's a child? A fetus or kink

In sexual revolution and what am I?

A threat, a kink

In political consistency

More name games and more personal choice

So where is mine? Or are you to deal me

Such luxuries

Call me

What I

Am and

Mean every word

Be prepared to take yours

You see you're not alone

I'll show you responsibility if you show me reasoning

Something you never possessed

You always coveted anger and vengeance

But for what?

One less bite, one less burden

I'm sick of being the bastard

Keep your fight

And know I will keep mine

Keep your fight

I will keep mine