Father and Son

A Poem by Chris

Cigarettes linger in the air

Old man's home

Stumbling around cursing

My name and birth

Covered in beer

In a verbal storm

Slurring too much

“That b*****d son”

Might as well be my second language

Oh well, as I soak up the beer

Off his shirt, onto mine

Throwing him into bed

An old drunk to a young

Me in 20 years

A vicious cycle I thought

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Added on October 30, 2014
Last Updated on October 30, 2014

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