I'm going to go out in the world one day
Find a job and say
"Man this sucks"
As I finish my take-out duck.

God willing I'll find myself a girl
And lose a few years in an upward swirl.
It beats setting up an expat bar in Cairo
Wearing white in the downward spiral

I'll grab her and look to see the horizon
From an apartment I still have a lease on
It's a shithole honey
But you get low quality for low money

Ten years more and I've got a brat
First grade now, taking a nap
Dad's dead and mom's on her way
I'll wave to the reaper and see her next May

40 Years I'm still kicking
Feeling my clock ticking
Cocks bust up
Stuck in a rut

Lets skip a few more
Idling at 70 by the shore
I finish the great mexican-american novel
and realize my readers will need a goddamn shovel

Next week I publish it
New York times list, big hit.
Kids are parents, third gen of my family
I'm doubt it'll be pure race (happily)