Unfortunate Sons & Daughters
Tim Stiles
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"Just travel the way... a child travels... Round and around... and back home again... To a place we know we are loved." Come meet the orderlies obligated to an ordinance Of rounding jagged corners for our family's sake When things fall out of order and patching wounds is in order We're ordered to Band-Aid a scuffed knee or bloody face Repair is important and there's nothing more rewarding than Reordering the sad gaze on a child's face But there's so much more to this, from breadwinning cabinets To breaking bread games while our fists remain quarter-less A penny saved is a penny's earned in plenty of ways, but not when returned By swallowing copper until subordinate bellies ache We remedy disorder while kept within our corner Never sipping wine, just gripping vines, and crushing grapes This mess of obligation soon causes arbitration Such expectations are distorted, at best We are man, myth, Unfortunate Son Ornaments Who hang our crowns, florissant until laid to rest We don't tear. We don't feel feelings... We don't care 'cause we're not human beings... We don't share. We don't need feelings... We don't share 'cause we're not human beings We don't care... "The hardest part... Is realizing that you're in charge." They are the orderlies obligated to an ordinance Of reading quarterlies while placing makeup on their face When things fall out of order, consulting us is their order Ensuring beds are made before serving up dinner plates Sure, they are gorgeous, and bearing children's important But it's blown all out of proportion once the media's engaged There's so much more to them. Their true image is distorted when Saying their intelligence is a quarter of men's This petty game plays Penny's worth. What Penny claims is never returned Swallowing copper as her pregnant belly aches She drowns in this disorder. Just stays within her corner Sipping wine... This design's a crying shame Excessive consternation soon causes loss of weight and Such expectations keep her cornered, at best She is woman, a saint, an Unfortunate Daughter Ornament Whose name's to remain honored with the utmost respect They do tear. They have real feelings... They do care 'cause they're human beings... They will share when they feel feelings But we don't care 'cause we're not human beings We should share...
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