Ungrateful

You do everything yourself.

You don’t need nobody.

We don’t visit and you’re alone.

Your son is bad and god he

Ignores your pleas for pain relief

The whiskey doesn’t touch it.

And it sure ain’t a crutch it

Is a pain relief.

A strain relief.

But it can’t keep

A lid on it.

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