For the ones who raise them,
Before you know it they're out of the house,
'less born this millen-yum.
I'm suspect of anyone's reporting,
With nothing to compare,
I'm sorry, you know how time passes by,
For those with no cubs growing in their lair?
I have kids, I know how time feels for me,
Felt, too, when I had none,
All of my past feels equally distant,
To all other humans.
No, still no job,
But been busy as hell,
This week flew right on by way too quickly,
That is the way it is when you hustle.
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