“Fly High Turkey”

Met a man today. He went to a park and had three kids. He came home and only had two. His 9-year-old’s soul is still at the park, and will be forever. “One more pony ride, daddy.” It was a pale horse. She’s been riding it ever since, and will be forever. Two dumb teens and a gun. Words and bad blood. It had just started to rain. He called her “Turkey.” Now, she’s flying high, and will be forever. And he’s rolling low, and will be forever.