Daddy's a Creep

Down in the streets where the neon lights blink,
I saw a shirt that really made me think,
Red hot orange with a visage so bold,
'Daddy' it claimed, in letters ice-cold.

The man in the graphic, stern and stark,
His face, now a brand, leaves a dark mark.
Linked to the files, a shadow unfolds,
Where secrets lie and true horror is told.

Limited time, so the vendors cry out, 
Claim a piece of scandal, wrapped in clout.
Wear your Daddy shirt, show where you stand,
In this twisted world where the unseen demand.

Limited time, so the vendors cry out,
Claim a piece of scandal, wrapped in clout.
Wear your Daddy shirt, show where you stand,
In this twisted world where the unseen demand.

But my song mourns deeper, blues under the moon,
For a shirt whispering tales of a notorious tycoon.
A symbol, a saga, stitched in the seams,
In an era where threads are woven with schemes.

The neon flickers, the night swallows fame,
And leaves behind only a trace of shame.
For in the glare of those bright, blinking lights,
The truth often lost in plain, hollow sights.