Hats Off

When I was born, the doc he held me by my ankles smacked my red behind. They hosed me down, wrapped me like a bean burrito then marked the date and time. Hats off, to the ones that string the beads together and keep the ducks in line. Hats off to all the ones that stood before me and taught a fool to rhyme. At thirteen, I made myself a motion picture out of lumps of clay. At fourteen, I pulled some weeds and bought a four string taught myself to play. At seventeen, I'd get naked with a beauty queen at the Hot Tub Zone. At nineteen, she was livin' hard and snortin' drugs that decayed her bones. Hats off to the ones that put it all together and keep their ducks in line. Hats off to all the ones that erred before me and taught me how to survive.