Take two brothers of Betrayal
Add them to the cooking ***
Put in some memories of mother
While they sit and watch her rot
Don’t forget her dementia
Your younger brother has to cope
Ignore his pleas for help
Just act like a couple of dopes
Add some tears of sadness
It's the only liquid to use
Youngest brother begins to break
So pour in a dose of blues
Put some salt in the ***
In wounds it makes it hurt
As I do everything for her
I will add my ****** shirt
Stir in all the ingredients
Now add a pinch of madness
Now let it simmer for six years
That's the recipe of sadness
David Swinden© 26/6/2016
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
Take two brothers of Betrayal
Add them to the cooking ***
Put in some memories of mother
While they sit and watch her rot
Don’t forget her dementia
Your younger brother has to cope
Ignore his pleas for help
Just act like a couple of dopes
Add some tears of sadness
It's the only liquid to use
Youngest brother begins to break
So pour in a dose of blues
Put some salt in the ***
In wounds it makes it hurt
As I do everything for her
I will add my ****** shirt
Stir in all the ingredients
Now add a pinch of madness
Now let it simmer for six years
That's the recipe of sadness
David Swinden© 26/6/2016
You can't choose your family. :-(
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