Jumpin Jack goes splat

Constance 

Ex-pilot used to fly planes
Now he's sellin life
insurance, bettin on stock gains
Ten years and two kids later
he's baby wipin away his tears
Tryin to sneak in a little hanky panky
after midnight
under the yellow glow
of the tweety bird nightlight
His wife's a pretty little piece of pie
stretch marks a la mode
complimenting ketchup red carpet
with hello kitty comforters
Seems like Susie-Q Sundays
disappeared during Monday nights
Domino effect during
which we all wish we could've
kicked the can with a little
more class, still we can't
complain cause as it always goes
the poor man is the lucky one

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