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
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