YOUR MOTHER IS DRUNK
One more empty bottle hits the wall
Wildcat wakes again.
Wilt to reject the habbit to fall
One more day in vain.
The anger and the weakness
Her voice sounds like a rave
Kick it up as the act of the sickness
Nothing ever changes
Let it get over the things she still can save.
Mastification of the words and maunder
Slow movement of her eyes.
One more sip and she's a blowing Jackonda
Is it better if she dies?
Sometimes you feel sorry for her
Degradating state
But now you want to cut her throat
And let the poison out.
Your mother is drunk
Your mother is sick
Your mother can't help it ignoring your pleas
Your mother is drunk
Your mother is dead
Sleeping alone in intoxicated tears.
Your Mother Is Drunk
© Copyright: Рен Тажеев, 2009
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