dear jake,

you make me quake

and think it a mistake

to want you grown

and on your own.

i know your life sucks

the fam doesn’t have big bucks

mommy’s got big boobs,

and daddy’s got lots o’ tools,

but you’re just left with rules

and lily’s leftover drool.

we all miss you when you go East

and all communications cease

you don’t really have to be alone, though.

you could be someone’s beau

you could get a job making lots of dough

or at least a pizza…or…cake!

the long and short is this:

the only way to bliss

comes from within, NOT without.

and i know this beyond doubt!!!