Hell Be Fine
You are 13 years old,
So you shrug it off
And turn to your room, your haven,
As your father stumbles to his.
Heatstroke, maybe, he says
Hell be fine
You are riding in an ambulance;
It would be fun,
But you are alone
With your father in the back
Hell be fine
You are sitting next to a hospital bed
Clutching a clipboard
You try to focus on the form,
And every time your father does not answer
You are surprised
Hell be fine
You are 13 years old,
So you shrug it off
Even though you father is still away.
He lives of course,
You were never quite able to imagine otherwise,
So hell be fine
Wont he?













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