"Drunken"
by Michael Marchand

He�s just sitting there in his room,
Knowing that he�ll be home soon.
He just sits and plays with his cars,
While staring out at the stars.
In the other room on the ground,
Lies his mother crying without a sound.

Out his window he can see the headlights,
Its one of the scariest sights.
He hears the car door slam,
And prays, �Oh Shepherd, save your lamb.�
He calls to his crying wife,
Who�s barely hanging on to life.

She starts to crawl down the hall,
In response to her husband�s call.
She says, �I want you to leave.�
Then wipes her  tears on her sleeve.
He looks at her and she looks back,
The he gives her a real good smack.

He says, �I�ll never go.�
�Because you need me so.�
Then the young boy comes in,
With his little heart thumpin�,
He says, �You are really bad.�
�And I hate you step-dad!�

Then the boy keeps going on,
�Don�t you ever hit my mom,�
�You may be able to beat me.�
�But you�ll never really beat me.�
Then he stormed right out the door,
And they never saw him anymore.

Some lines taken from the book of Psalms, and the book of Revelation.



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