O sweet mama,
I’ve drank enough whiskey
to stop an advancing army,
smoked enough ****
to seed the entire universe
with happier thoughts,
trying to **** my blues.

O little sister,
if you only knew of
the sunspots on my heart,
the ones blackened by my aches,
you’d be drinking and smoking too.

O dear lady, I cannot be happy
hurting anyone,
anymore!