The Good Days
the good days
i get home from school
the smell of garlic on the stove
the sweet scent of cobbler in the oven
the sound of the tv booming
an action movie plays of on the screen
the bad days
the smell of liquor overwhelms me
the vague sound of a drill in the garage
the stronger the smell the more insults are thrown at me
the drill stops and the gunshots begin
will the highs and lows ever stop
the good days are good but the bad just hurt
but now the bad is just a day
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