Peon Demons

Never unconditionally leaned on these peon demons made me want to be gone/ if there ever was a reason for me turning my back leaving this so called family adhesion / now ‘tis perfection season you can find me in a different region with a more magnificent legion/ It won't be a lasting abrasion our family keeps gaining and growing/ It’s our owned station to be painting and stowing for whatever showing/ not show boating just hot flow roasting a fraught crow poaching a lot shown a sewn spot/ Hone in a lone bone to a home alone tone hard as a stone to keep that boat afloat / been known to be a mote of a gloat yet owned up to everything I tote/ good and the bad I’ve not misunderstood I’m not mad / Miss him like the best fad as I’m so glad for our pad from my Dad / steadfast all the help we’ve had throughout this spat without a catch or any traps/ Up to bat and smacked out of the chat and opened up the hatch to attach our hitch/ And in this stint of a predicament we moved this glitch out like a cinch / With no print or imprint adherent to interpret any different/ There's no possible stitch in this instance, only unfortunate remnants with some fortunate prospects.