Drunk,

With logical operators out of sync
He marches

Temptation fixed in his mouth
Pockets erupting fear
And misinterpreted erections

His mother sits in the corner of his eye
As another shot of Jamison enters his body
She’s worried about his faith in God
While he just wants to **** something tonight

“He’s a teenager.” Daddy says

But Daddy smokes a lot of ***
And his boy has sin in his heart

Spin, Daddy, Spin
You’re head is on backwards now
Gaze placed on another dime bag

Now your son is in the bathroom
With a girl pinned against the door
He's sliding his hand up her skirt
As tears trickled down her porcelain skin

She was 16 and a ******

As he pulls his pants on, he smirks and says to her
“You lost your sheen pretty lady.”