Monday, January 30, 2012

"Son"

"Son"
         you call me
"Son"
         you keep calling me
Stop it
You lost that right
                           a long time ago
Where were you
                          in my formative years
Where were you
                          when I needed you most
Getting drunk      most likely
That's all you've ever really cared about
The alcohol
It's hold is strong
                          too strong
No way for me to compete

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