mea culpa

Walk me down to MacArthur Park
Stroll me down through Washington Square
See the lights and sing out the passion
of never was
of couldn't be there
in a day and age when children screamed louder
for things they should not have
take away the cell phone
take away the baited breath
make them breathe again
take out the rubber nipple force the real on in
make them know the maker
is not a sperm donor
somewhere in Jersey
praying that genetics don't make him
responsible
because his
kids
aren't