shit i call it shit
i could never put a positive spin on this life
the way that my mother tries too hard to do
thanking god for the good times and courage during the bad
there’s something in me that just won’t acquiesce to joy
because when shit is shit i call it shit without the spin
still, i feel bad when i get off the phone leaving her in
tears
like a selfish drunken bastard with no regard
for the woman who gave me this mediocre life to make mine
the worst piece of flesh ever farted out between two legs
in a steel city snow and rain storm back in april of 1974
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