The -Not- Happy Family

Dad was a drunk,
belligerent when he drank whiskey ;
sloppy when he drank beer. 

Mom lived in fear,
but until death was more than a key,
it was happy homemaker funk

that didn’t consider it takes two
to make dreams come true,
with no nightmare brew 
putting things askew~

broken nose
with purple bruises,
and no amount of poet’s prose
could fool the muses

or the small town gossips 
who offered no consolation prizes

familymarriagerhyme

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