This will all be gone soon

 Baby has come just to sit in my lap
And one minute later she's taking a nap
I treasure the moment like it might be my last
For all of these things oh how quickly they pass

Brain Rot

 There's one thing I like a lot
It starts with "T" and ends with "tock"
A channel with its endless schlock
And all it costs is deep brain rot

But I don't care it matters not
I don't need a single thought
Thinking is so deeply lame
Much better to forego a brain

I just want to live online
To scroll and scroll would be divine
Throughout all days and through all time
I'm sorry for this brain of mine

This is where the world is see?
This is my reality
Nothing matters nothing's real
I don't really want to feel

Or see or search or question things
No I prefer these phoney dings
Learn something? No I boycott
'Cause I just want to have brain rot

My Daddy's Girlfriend Is So Cool

My daddy has a girlfriend and I like her a lot
And though we both love mommy she just ain't as smoking hot
She's sleek and she is sexy. She is everything and more
And if I was to admit it, it is she that I adore

Whenever there's a problem, she is always there
She is so exciting that I can't condemn the affair
She is always ready for the questions in my head
And when I am real sleepy she will sing to me in bed

And daddy calls her "Siri", so that must be her name
She's the one I really like my one and only flame
And though she is my daddy's, I hope one day in time
He might go get an upgrade, and then she will be mine

How Long is Forever?

  "... and they lived happily ever after" is just fairy tales

Where people are swallowed then spit out by whales
In real life it starts when the kids go to sleep
And ends the next morning when they rise with a cheep

And sometimes dear parents you get less than this
With kids who won't sleep won't enjoy sleeping bliss
When it comes down to bedtime they can't be cajoled
They'll stay up all night and won't do what they're told

So all through the night well you won't catch a wink
And then in the morning they'll put you on the brink
"Mommy I'm hungry" or "daddy I'm bored"
And this is the real "ever after" reward

The World is Changing

 The World is Changing

There was a time (I have in mind) when things would stay the same
And day to day and year to year no need to go explain
'Cause the rules were still the same you see no different from the past
But nowadays I'm sad to say the world spins oh so fast

So, what was true just yesterday today we must review
Because everything is changing at a speed to fast for you
To know if what we'd known before yes just the other day
On rising in the morning if it's all just gone away

What is good and what is right and how to raise a child
To be a lovely person who will always be so mild
How to know the difference of what is right and what is wrong?
It used to be so simple we could put it in a song

"Tis a gift to be simple" well I don't know 'bout that
You when you live the simple life they take that shirt right from your back.
"Tis a gift to be free" you know it seems to me
Descent is not invited no you must agree with me - And where 'ought we be?'

Cause everything is changing at the speed of light it seems
To horrify your senses and to steal from you your dreams
What is true what is false well I really couldn't say
The one thing that I'm certain of is it'll be different in a day

Daddy's Stinky Red Shirt

 My daddy possesses a sticky red shirt
It perfect for running but not for his work
But one day you see it acquired a stink
Completely impervious to the ways you would think

We tried to wash it but we had no luck
Next we tried scrubbing but the stink was still stuck
Next we tried chemicals but that didn't work
And we tried and we tried and it made us berserk

Defeated we then thought to to seek a guru
To see if he knew something we didn't knew
And all of the the while the stink grew and it grew
And somehow it's now a big hullabaloo
To solve this I must say that I wish we'd a clue
But maybe you know? Oh please tell if you do?

I Wish I Wasn't Born a Princess

 I was born a princess and oh the tales I'd tell
We're cursed or worse in every tale in each and every vale

So oft we find that princesses are condemned by sacred duty
Imagine how it'd be to wake if you were sleeping beauty
Everything you'd every known and those you'd loved in glory
Now taken by the turn of time to satisfy a story

And then there was Rapunzel, so pretty and so fair
Was locked up in a tower so that we could read her tale
Does that sound fun to you? I doubt it's really a nightmare
If you'd like to be a princess - you wouldn't if you were there

What crime had Snow White committed to make it seem quite fair
That she should then be be poisoned - all princesses beware
And what of the tale yes the poor old tell of princess Fiona
Who's life was good until the night when she becomes an ogre

Kidnapped or held captive, to be enchanted or be cursed
I wish I weren't a princess 'cause our lives are just the worst