Every second Sad

Why so mad lad? You Sad? As well as your, how is your dad? (Mr.Sapp)

I got a hunch. As to why your panties are in such a bunch.

The old mans out to lunch. Drinking his own cool aid. Proudly presenting his damned self to punch. Drunk! Skunked!

He’s off the short bus and making a B line for us. Sad set upon Sad. Second sons time has come to do something about Dad. Threes company but Juniors a coward. The old man ain’t himself so I felt empowered.

To act! And that was that. Im glad I finally got to see myself nap the old Sad Sapp out. Erasing some of my own lingering doubts. That worried I’d never get my chance to take the title in a rout.

No Ill will remains. You’ll find none the need to pout. Two wrongs don’t make a right. So no two Sad Sapp’s will go to sleep before making up tonight. Nice and polite. As granny Sapp would’ve liked. Psyched! Call her Ms. Sappy if you nasty. All else take a hike.