My parents are divorced and I live in between I love them both to bits but they’re quite the Yang and Yin my mother is a wappy and daddy, he is woke their unhappy marriage was a punchline with no joke When I’m with my mum, don’t trust the man he’s cold, corrupt, takes what he can the state is after us and everything we own through chemtrails and our telephone, and every other bird’s a drone Daddy’s into hip hop ‘cause he thinks hip hop's dope boomers are just out of sync, bigots and transphobe don’t doubt that their comb-overs are about to be dismantled their greedy generation should clearly just be canceled if anyone would ask me, even though I’m only twelve I have some tiny grievances that I keep to myself I’m scared by Fox and everything they put on the TV but CNN seems, to be fair, just as bad to me I’m not picking sides because then I would be choosing and choosers in the end will only ever end up losing in between the camps is a universe of space where, when all is said and done, everything takes place Crossing the divide, with a foot on either side, I try to rise above them and simply stay astride they can’t be trusted past the door, their entire clique is sus we keep things as they were and the only ones we trust is us When they keep pointing fingers at where it hurts and rots I’m looking at their fingertips and just connect the dots though they’re blind to my fine lines, I will draw them still they may not see the picture yet, but in time they will
