Dad Punchers Bug Flipper
By the time I made it home, the garden had turned to weeds
And everyone who lived there was becoming unhappy
I want to move all the snails and flip over every bug that's stuck on its back
But I'm f..cking powerless and that's okay
It's okay to ask for help sometimes
It's okay to laugh at yourself all the time
Because even if you're the feeder of every bird in the neighborhood
You're still a symbiotic wreck like the rest of us left here
The slide held up to the light
The place I never want to come back to