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Tale of woe

What if she was caught drinking and then the nosey nellies would be thinking again

of just how ****** up She could be and how they have something fun to spin

the Doctors of Spin

the Ladies of Sin they call us when we get all liquored up and forget about our children in the pickup truck

the cursed reality of boredom and monotony

the drowning days of diapers rotting in the corner of the bedroom...while She visits with "friends" in the hall

Take a drag

Turn into a hag

Get so mad cause the nosey nellies just don't understand how messed up your "life" is

and how much you hate

yours,

your friends

and

your family's

Cause none of them really care...they just love to stare and spin there tales of woe

Pointless woe

Turn into a ***

and next year it will be more of the same to start at the beginning again.

She won't remember what she promised or what she lied about

She might remember what you cried about

It will be ok though cause in 10 years, that kid will be out the door

Peddling the hash

Stealing people's stash

and one day it may come....he turns into a man

while his momma is just too numb.

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fly-on-my-wall-aka-lisa
Welsh
Published
Apr 16, 2012
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