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Finding My Father
Mommy loved her margaritas,
trying to drown the demons in her heart;
the quest to find my father,
a tedius adventure to embark.
My mother's name is Mary,
she claims magic is my dad;
I was immaculately conceived;
maintaining the virginity, she's always had.
I asked some weary travelers,
who once showered me, with spice and sticks;
"Yeah, we all knew your mother.
Mary ran through a lot of di..."
A thunderous crash disrupts their sentence;
vaporized by a smiting gun;
burned into the ground, where they were standing:
"You are my one and only son."
