I love you, you bastard!
You’re a tough guy to love!
You lie and you cheat and you think you’re above
Judgement or criticism or just common sense.
And you bend with the liquor cloaked thick in defense.
There’s a monster inside you.
With claws made of guilt
Rips relationships holy
And all that you’ve built
Comes tumbling down in flashes of anger
The survivors run out for the good hats don’t hang here.
And you cry and you bluster
But you cannot muster
Cause all of thee
Sails the bad ship dementia.