A Mothers Love
Mother
Yes,
You are a spiteful drunk
So what does that make me?
Your bitch
Your punk
I can never tell
Is this you talking
Or merely the drink
And tilt your face please
You know your wine breath stinks
Hit out all you want
If you think it still hurt's
That ship's long sailed
Long before my patience failed
As round and round
Groundhog day comes around
And the bottles klink
And into addiction your sanity sinks
And you and I
Both pretend
That this is normal
And we are OK
But Hey
Dad said life is Shit
Married to it
So better make the best of it
Because it is not going to change
At least not in our lifetime
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