Competing With a Can

"Alcoholic Mother"

Fearless and fierce, that's what I am

Not afraid of competition

Up to a challenge

Not bound by oppression, depression, or regression

But Damn!

Why am I still competing with a can?

Visions and memories of the chair

Boom!

As it hits the floor

The smell...Still as fresh as new perfume as I walk through the store

Don't Look! Look the other way as the clinking of the cans replay and play....

Wishing your were there

Holding on to nothing but air

Wishing you were there

Holding on to air

Did you and do you care that I am competing with a can?

Here and there

There and here

The tears resided and remain here - my heart

Thirty-eight and I'm just alright

A little despair here and there

At 12,15, and 24 the can had your heart

Who would have thought that at thirty-eight I would still be competing with a can....

I know everything is a slur and blur to you

But Mama!

I can't keep competing with a can

There ....You are

But I need you here

I need to know you care

Come on now!

I need you!

I want you!

They need you!

They want you!

I just can't keep competing with a can

Time and time again....I have said , "Tears...No More!"

Come on mama! We've got to come up with a plan!

Though I beg of you to come to me

I love you enough to let you go

Damn, I just can't keep competing with a can!

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