There is a kooky family with some kind of jaundice

who have lived in a box for thirty years. 

Doomed to suffer the same week again, over and over. 

It’s a terrible thing to see. 

Poor children, never  able to grow up. 

The depression shows mostly in the star shaped headed girl. 

She plays sad songs on her saxophone. 

The mother takes to bowling and having affairs with French men. 

The eldest boy just acts up. 

I honestly think he and his father are too stupid to care.
The fathers got a good job and seemingly can never be fired (it must be government). 

He gives most of his money to a bartender who’s openly in love with his wife and has even made passes on her

borderline sexual harassment. 

That doesn’t keep him from spending most of his time in the creeps tavern. Then there’s the baby. 

That poor infant. 

Forever cursed to be bottle fed and carried around. 

She has the mind of a thirty year old, but no teeth to eat solids

never to love or be loved other than anyone but her blue haired mother. 

DA, DUN DUN DA DUN

DUN DUN DA DUN DUN

DUN DUN!

DA DA DA DUN DUN...DA DA DA DA!