A Mothers Love

Mother Yes, You are a spiteful drunk So what does that make me? Your ***** 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 **** Married to it So better make the best of it Because it is not going to change At least not in our lifetime