I see you, second uncle
shrunken drunkard
Can you see me
Uncle, uncle
See me uncle, uncle
Is this the way to channel the glories of our day?
Another morning bed of bottles, yet more cramping bowels
A head of rusty nails announcing their decay
Your slick-tongued whispers now rotten breath howls
Again
You did it again
Forsaken the miracle
Again
And goddamnit you’re fifty-farking-four years old!
Get it together, uncle.
I’m not judging but this shit is getting ridiculous.
I see you, second uncle
shrunken drunkard
Can you see me
Uncle uncle
See me, uncle, uncle
