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My kid had a drink.
I'm by the kitchen sink.
What is really going on ?
Life past - no more farms.
Church morals are gone.
Needle fell from my arm.
Dad just came in drunk.
New funk - full of junk.
T.V. blasts all day loud.
Our family on a credit cloud.
The world is far below.
Baby sister said, "NINE MONTHS SLOW".
Life shuffles - alcohol drug maze.
Cars empty - fast food want craze.
Mega mall, so far away.
Multi color cloths - hangers wait.
Phones ring in every room.
Which of the multi-tiled bathrooms ?
Door shut on our home.
Bankers car left - feeling alone.
from my poem book - DREAMS 3
