February 8, 2024

My mammy, is never happy, until the first of the month

My pappy’s, head is nappy, and he always gets drunk

My brother, stays in trouble, with the local P.D.

My sister, how I miss her, because she lives in the street

My doctor, couldn’t stop her, when she cried from the pain

My preacher, couldn’t reach her, with his clout down the drain.

I had a dream, I grew some wings, and like a bird I could fly

I think I need, a trampoline, so I can touch the sky

My veins, are full of cocaine, and I still ain’t high

Ain’t no wonder, I need an onion, so my eyes can cry.

I needed plusses, got di...

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