Kids are the ammo in your divorcing war
When war is declared, the battle is there!
My Princes, my life, my grand child is where?
Parents are fighting and kids become hate
The hate that of, a flashing grenade!
War is not love and kids are the gate,
Fed and filled with endless more hate.
Kids, they are love, they don't want to fight
But parents teach kids, that, their hate is right!
Hate what is taught by parents alike
The kid is the ammo in every damn fight
Husbands are dicks and wives are right,
Why bring the children in to our fight?
Kids have to listen, they have no voice.
Kids have no clue, for why all this noise
The battle raise on, the kid is prevented
Prevented, to see, Grandpa, in this case, it's me!
Grandpa was there, for thirty some years
Grandma divorced him there was the fear
Grandpa is lying he is an ass
Grandma is screaming; I am the best!
Grandma has proven that she is missed
Grandma has shown, the misfit she is
Grandma who married, by now, eight times
But Grandma is awesome Grandma is fine.
The writer is me, bad ass step grandfather; Rene van der Tas. July 2017