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Blurred Slur Cure

By , Great Falls, MT
Loud, ruthless, drunken slur

Visions of family blur

Matters not what they think

As long as she gets one more drink



Watching from the sidelines

A visit turned internal binds

Do I stay and help them?

Younger siblings, emotions dim



Can't stay, mom wants me home

Daddy will stay, don't feel so alone

Emotional chaos, I want to stay and help

I turn, hearing one final yelp



Please daddy, keep them calm

Don't raise a fist, or drop a bomb

That's why we're not together, daddy

Those kids, they need you badly



Loud, ruthless, drunken slur

Visions of family blur

Matters not what they think

As long as she gets one more drink



Leave her if you must

It's her my siblings and I cannot trust

Keep them safe at all cost

Even if it's her who ends up lost



Old habits die hard

Make her see this is her last card

She can choose to play, or leave the game

But this violence she must learn to tame



Please daddy, keep them safe

Do not let my siblings become waif

I can't stand to see them in pain

You just sit there, so inane



Save them from her drunken slur

Only support can be a cure

Make it matter what they think

Don't let this family sink.



... Just don't let her pick up one more drink.





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