July Has Got To Go

And so do we all, but I hope you make at least 80, with a passle of grand babies, or whatever you're into; unless, you know, it's sick
or something. I can break them up, if I like! I can bang bang!
But I no longer put holes into the walls.
No, I wouldn't call that maturity either.
And I never, banged those ways.
Because you can't tell them what to do.
I hope this finds you future well.