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Nobody’s
Favorite Son
(c)
1996 Jeanne O'Lone/Magic Lamp Music
He reminds her
of a lover
that she’d rather
forget.
But it’s in his
eyes
and in every
gesture;
this child she’ll
always regret.
The sins of his
father are upon him (it’s nothing that he’s done).
The sins of his
father are upon him – Nobody’s Favorite Son.
Raindrops fall
on
a broken window,
leaving tracks
in the grime.
With the stench
of sulfur
and the sweet
bite of ether
she cooks up
her good time.
The sins of his
mother are upon him (it’s nothing that he’s done).
The sins of his
mother are upon him – Nobody’s Favorite Son.
Late at night,
laying in the dark,
as sirens scream
a lullaby,
nobody hears
him as wails along
and so he learns
not to cry.
Goes to grade
school
wearing colors,
he just wants
to belong.
Gunshots crack
in
crisp morning
air and
just like that
the boy is gone.
The sins of his
brothers are upon him (it’s nothing that he’s done).
The sins of his
sisters are upon him – Nobody’s Favorite Son.
And he reminds
her
of a lover
that she’d rather
forget.