It's far too soon
For bare knuckles and pool cues
My son
My goon
My offspring
My goon
Outline your tome
Scrawl out a poem to your mum
Expanding on the shoddy wisdom
I bestowed unto you
Go get the Buick
Load up the shotgun
My seed
My loon
Hey goon
That'll do
Which way we go
From here on out
Is completely up to you
My only son
My goon