Mother

It's six A.M., the cock has crowed, Cock a doodle doo
I didn't sleep well last night Mother, how about you?

I've had my gin neat, now I am complete
So I can ride in the bus' back seat

We know I cant drive, that's been revoked
due to that beautiful gin bottle to which I am yoked

You said I'm too emotional
Whilst reading from your devotional

That couldn't be further from the truth
You see, Mum, I've washed it away with dry vermouth

You birthed me into a world of despair
and now you're asking me to care, Unfair

Here I am at the cemetery once more
Happy Birthday in heaven, Mother, What should I pray for?

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