In the lap of death, in a place like snow
you try your best, god save him, on row
console your mother, before time you bow
I ask myself, what do I owe?
In his lap you grew up, photos do show
his comforting arms, his disciplined NO!
the telepathic idol, my captain Joe
I ask again, what do I owe?
Running around the world, lovely places to go
in my thoughts, meter of swag shows pro
But he can’t remember, a disease, biggest foe
I ask you god, what do I owe?
photos are useless now, *SUP to throw
**school books said something, life ran the show
Is it karma, one he paid for, one he sow
I ask you all, what do I owe?
~PotatoWarrior
*SUP: Single Use Plastic
** about disease
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