Hey my name is Uncle Gerry, I'm the invisible man, Had a fake bread route since Maria could stand. Pull up to every party, linger in the back, Say one word then vanish, disappear with knack. My daughter is Nicole, she's skin and bone, Weighs about 50 pounds, wearing a coat alone. Lucia and Enzo, my grandchildren unseen, Chris keeps them hidden, like a distant dream. Next time I see them, I'll be bedridden, From Maria's food, tasteless since 2020 hidden. No wonder her food tastes like garbage,...