not bothered much now that I’m grown.
Some used to tease – some used to scorn,
you don’t know you were really born.
I fought at times to hide my grief,
helped a little but it was brief.
I swore at times I would find out,
what being abandoned was all about.
I don’t think now about it much,
although today I have a hunch.
I think I might just have that gene,
share Tiger Blood with Charlie Sheen.