Graduation, Against All Odds

No balloons,
No noisemakers,
No access.
All of us are late for graduation,
even with tickets in our hands.

There is this man
tattoo of tiny footprints
behind his ears.
One hand is on his head,
the other holding his cell.
I hear him say -

It's graduation baby,
but this is what we get
for being bad parents.
Stop fucking crying.
You live across the fucking street
and you're still late!
I'll always love you but look,
I don't care what your fucking parents
think about me pinche verga.
Where are you?
You're watching from De Soto?
Stop crying.
I'm gonna walk across the street,
to De Soto.
We're gonna be fucking together
for our daughter look,
I love you.
You've got a new life,
a new fucking family.
Things are different
but I need to get on the road,
be on fucking tour, stop crying.
I'm walking over baby,
I love you.
We're gonna be there for Serena baby,
together.