I Was Late To My Own Funeral

They buried me before i was dead
They didn't even hold a funeral
They wrote me off
Left me for dead
They presumed i was
Sick in the head
So there was no need to
Talk to me
So they took my kin and my coin
They took the fruit of my loins
And dictated how i would see it
i went through their hoops and
their hops...gave a 'ride to work' to flip flops...
Only for a big disappearing act!
i wrote to the bitch for years
i cried so many tears
Only to fill up with despair
i still remember things so well
So it made my life a living hell
Photographic...
Pathetic...

Diane where are you!  You taught me the book!
You taught me to love!  To put back what you took!
Mother in LAW,  Mother in LAW, where for art thou?!
Did you cosign all of this?
Just like your husband steve who molested his own kids?!
And cheated on you...i know! i saw him outside...late at night...i remember the street...
He was coming out that one bar..."the talk of the town"
His arm around some blonde...all i could do was keep my mouth
shut and walk on...
Still i remain quiet.  All these years.
i could get 5 racks for suing them.
It sure would buy a lot of beers...
But i don't even drink no more.
Haven't had a drop in so long.
i don't snort anymore either.
Because it just started becoming that same
old sad song.
Over 10 years of sobriety.  Which makes
what you told me a lie to me.
Just get clean sean and i will let you see them...
Heck you can have them every other weekend...
But i guess you found one just like dear old dad...
A pedophile who saw my chillun and groomed you
just like he had...
You HAG!
You hideous creature!
To this day you are only a leecher!
i no longer wish you to linger...