Always incoming
Always forming
To them running
Never learning
The boy languishes from a hang over
camping in woods with too many
tall necks
The wife lies beside puny
with a migraine
bought upon from
hours before a monitor
The mother wakes and forgets
the day it is
Puts on the Sunday dress
The sister impatiently corrects
a once meek mother
spits back
You are just as your father
the devil resides inside you
and so the hashing at
Huddle house must wait
the storm will not
and so
what I must do
I must do quickly.
