The Ballad of Don Jr

This is my message to the Instagram gods Crushing Don Jr.'s algorithm Yeah, you've been caught You think this actual ten-second clip Of him attempting to face the camera toward him is worth Only a quarter of a million views? How dare you? How dare you? I keep pictures of Don Jr. above my bed And now every night I fall asleep with him in my head I dreamed he takes me to the skate park, and teaches me how to ride I dreamed he let me do the monkey bars while holding onto my sides I dreamed I fell off my skateboard, and he gave me a bandage I dreamed I was hungry, and he made me a sandwich I dreamed we stayed up all night learning TikTok dances With Ron DeSantis I dreamed we hunted Hunter Biden, and shoved him in a locker Asked him how it felt to just be known for his famous father Isn't it pathetic? Oh, isn't it a shame To have no remnant of identity outside your father's name? And when you look down at your hands, uncalloused and cold Can't you see all that you hold has been handed to you? And does that make you feel small, Hunter? Do you ever look back at your life and sob? Thirty-eight years in your younger sister's shadow Crying "Daddy, please love me" "Daddy, please see me" "Dad, won't you love me?" "Dad, can't you see me?" "Daddy, please love me" "Daddy, please see me" "Dad, won't you love me?" "Dad, can't you see me?" We pulled him out of the locker, and we gave him a swirly My alarm went off, and then I voted early So should you