Once upon a wasted on
Bacardi Dark and Dry
woke up in Schnauzer's dish
with kibble bits in my eye
sounds like the punchline
of many cruel jokes
it's my awkward truth
being honest here, folks
alternative was friend's bed
my creepy ex crawled in
no idea what happened
that's the way of rum and gin
odd juxtaposition
boozing church youth group event
paradoxical context
but that's how back then went
recession depression
nothing to do, be or go
useless cornfield burnout
not even wild oats to sow
oh the morning rumpus
when they came down to dine
welcome sign reversed to me
self-respect in tatters mine
yes the floor was safer
place to lay my head
where were pointing fingers
when my ex snuck into bed?
and this was not my norm
excelling on half a chance
pressured to be perfect
despite crap circumstance
why did church folk ignore
neglectful parents' abuse
Kicked out, homeless at 16?
so who bought us the booze?
why did no one mention
they were all wasted too
I had nowhere to go
so what's a girl to do?
that was then, this is now
oceans and eons between
can't ever understand
the crazy never seen
from a moral high horse
it's easy to cast blame
yet without vantage point
you might do just the same.
lacking hindsight vision
how to translate to you
you just had to be there
it was all we all knew
I'd seen a lot by then
Black to Shambala light
but what the hell, said I
cooped up in rural blight
so judge me if you wish
her dog and parents sure did
but careful what you wish on
this explanation defiant kid
pathetic metaphor
How often dog's dish found me
faceplanted by family
unjust poetic irony
Yanked pillory to post
Whizzing through the roundabout
like a shame-drunk sailor
puking up guilt and self-doubt
so maybe just for once
my drunk fail was a choice
bitching out reality
hella way to find your voice
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