Daddy is Drunk

I see tiny veins, bloodshot red

You're in a zombie-like trance

Your mind asleep, somewhat dead

Our fight is somewhat like a dance

You attack me with your fists

I with yells, curses, and screams

You're drunker than piss

The bitter reality crushes my dreams

If I had faltered even for a moment

Your hands would have siezed my throat

The smell of your Busch is so potent

As I think maybe I should jump the boat

But I'm a coward, I'm afraid

And maybe trusting you and Mom

Was always my biggest mistake

As my life ticks just like a bomb

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