Old Ben towed this dewy eyed
tow-headed wet-behind-the
vaporators pretty boy
all the way out to the hive
of villainy and scum. They hitched
a junky ride and from there,
it was history, son. A long time
and a ways away - they blew up
not-a-moon, got some medals on,
but old Ben died. It was not
his day. He's been coming
back since to explain away
the path you're on, and correct
just a couple of lies, so you don't
think too bad about dad and sis. It's
Okay. Sometimes life is just
one of those rides. You didn't need
to be too prepared for this.
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