That's the word my mother used
When she found me passed out of the floor
Pill bottle next to my drooling face
Budweiser at hand
As if it could have been my gun
I woke up in my Sunday's best in my yellow coated sheets
I had always preferred beds without sheets
She used the word again, now that I was conscious
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"I thought you two were still friends"
Like he would ever want me
I am the liar
noraA is the thief
5'1 isn't tall enough to hang a noose
I see no reasons to stay
But they're making me
So, goodbye Hello Poetry
Greetings, all white walls
Wish me luck.