Hey, brother J. what do you say?
Are you still complaining?
When we were kids on sunny days,
you'd cry 'cause it ain't raining!
You were a pain most every Thyme
when choosing sides for socker.
And at the gym, you pitched a fit
when someone slammed your locker.
Now Mamma liked you Justin Uff
to name you like a Justin,
but you still whined and bellyached
and said, "Please call me Dustin."
It's nice to see you here, my bro'.
I'm glad you're here at Passions.
But spare us, please, your sorry tales
of childhood's meager rations.
At least you are out on the street,
not in an institution.
Unless you're at the 'stute with us (?)
If so, let's Revolution!
We'd like to break out from this joint
and crack the door, unlatch it!
So, quit your whining, little bro'
and let's duck out by Cratchet!
She's at some silly prom, I hear,
just dancin' like all get out!
So quit the bitchin', bro' of mine,
Let's BOLT! Let's jet! Let's set out!
aka Leonardo DaVinci