I Pray For My Daughters When I Die
I pray for my daughters when I die
They will have to clean this place.
They might rip it apart
Bring in six dumpsters from space.
Hire men to begin throwing.
A ferocious disgrace.
Not understanding at all
What their parents were about.
But we will be deceased,
So there will be no need to pout.
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