Luke
my son aged 7 watches cartoons,
while I watch the world kill itself
with greed and hate
his tussled black locks don't yet know
the power (the pain) of love and money,
has not tasted the chemistry between men
and fickle women,
I am dad and she (my love) is mum,
his world now, his Titanic bow, his Fred Astaire
his Red Adaire... an all-in-one show:
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