Words by Joel Zecharyah
Son-In-Flaw
There's a tricky family in your future Waiting on the other side The other worldly humans Who birthed my bride. We struggle to understand Most days, clenching sand Always ending up the one in flaw Always disagreeing not finding common land! I'm sure your in laws Mean the best for you indeed It's another test of its kind It's the modified parental seed In-laws, In-laws From the parallel school of thought somewhere far We work to agree to disagree Trying to get the other in submission in one argumentative hour. I'm an in-flaw Just like you'll be someday I'm warning you, my beloved friend You'll be told about some apparent flaws on your way. Ponder upon your approach Reconsider before you press > Send You can happily embrace being an in-flaw Don't be outlawed, "my friend".
