Oedipus.com

I was always dying, always

always, always on the brink

always grateful for my childhood

too ashamed of what I think

Jesus died cuz he was skinny

God was fake, he never spoke

nothing ever really happened

I will die, alone, at home

And a brother off the gram,

groups of friends I never see

most of which are far away

you’re not missed, they never visit

So I built myself a website

with a family far away

and it’s been a year already

but my parents never visit

But at least they’re still together

let our cousins do the rest

I was fending for myself

and my parents never visit

Now I write a lot, each day

But I know I can’t make money

Still, I’m working on my website

both my parents never visit

And you long for mom and dad

like a baby past those first few steps

no matter where you go

both your parents never visit