It might be great to have a kid that I could kick arounda little me to fill up with thoughtsA little me or he or she
to fill up with my dreamsa way of saying life is not a lossI'd keep the tyke away from schooland tutor him myselfkeep him f
rom the poison of the crowdBut then again pristine isolationmight not be the best ideaIt's not good trying to immortalize yo
urselfWhy stop at one, I might have ten, a regular TV broodI'd breed a little liberal army in the woodsJust like these redne
ck lunaticsI see at the local barwith their tribe of mutant inbred piglets with cloven hoovesI'd teach them how to plant a b
omb, start a fire, play guitarand if they catch a hunter, shoot him in the nutsI'd try to be as progressive as I could possib
ly beas long as I didn't have to try too muchSusie, Jesus, Bogart, SamLeslie, Jill and JeffRita, Winny, Andy, Fran and Jet
Boris, Bono, Lucy, EthelBunny, Reg and Tomthat's a lot of names to try not to forgetCarrier, Marlon, Mo and SteveLa Rue and
Jerry LeeEggplant, Rufus, Dummy, Star and The GlobI'd need a damn computer to keep track of all these namesI hope this baby
thing don't go too farHey I hope it's true what my wife said to meShe says, baby, it's the Beginning of a Great AdventureIt
might be fun to have a kid that I could kick aroundcreate in my own image like a godI'd raise my own pallbearers to carry me
to my graveand keep me company when I'm a wizened toothless clodSome gibbering old fool sitting all alonedrooling on his sh
irtsome senile old fart playing in the dirtIt might be fun to have a kid I could pass something on tosomething better than r
age, pain, anger and hurtI h