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Mum and dad are dead I’m their only offspringing No kids... I know of. Most my half brothers Hate my existence because I’m like their father. Who they loved to hate I can’t blame their projected Da Nile of my love. I care about them About as much as I care What they think of me. I’m so wild and free Without any family Except my doggy. He keeps me grounded Barks at my insanity I don’t let him growl. I have lots of friends Who are my real family They look after me. Until I wear out My fluctuating welcome Back reality. The first day of May Two thousand and some sixteen Was when I wrote this.