Mama didn’t know what to do but cry… inside.

She was playing hostess and the show must go on.

And papa…

Hung around his neck was the shiny placate, Mayor

With a crowd to impress,

A change to drive, tycoons to manipulate

And a future son to suffocate -she knew better-

It all had to wait.

But later tonight,

His fist will do the talk’n.

Whiskey slurring,

“I’ll drag her back myself if I have to!”

Nevertheless,

No matter how much mama cried and the Devil cursed

Their daughter was gone…not a note of her whereabouts

Just that she’s never coming back.