Sister
Don't let that flying bag full of ****** and tobacco inject you into his veins
On nights you'd rather spend in your old room
Or with your only three friends (your siblings)

Don't let that flying bag full of knowledge and rudeness hold you back from coming here
To see the only people you truly call "home"

Cousin*
Your hair looks nice
The way it used to before you flew away
Please don't work there
You belong doing hair
You looked at that man, the one your sisters age
Don't sit by him, tomorrow he will be gone
You won't find love in temporary things
You need help

Grandad
You sit there, in your almost vegetative state
Next to the woman who claimed you many years ago, but not soon enough
You no longer have your kids
Not even the grandkids, who were sheltered from the truth  

Your alternate family in Virginia
How can you still look at your kids in the eye?
How can they still speak to you?
They did it for the kids

Towards the end of your life, the truth is known
You still smile, never doing any wrong
You just want regularity and happiness
Win us over with your money
I still want to be near you,
Maybe I will be just like you*

Aunt
So happy, so bright
You sit with us
And laugh through the night
You've had just enough beers
Your husband has forgotten you
But you're still full of cheers