Mental Stability of an Alcoholic
Blue eyes brighter than mine,
Light blonde hair-practically white-
Short, chubby girl always holding a glass of wine.
A little neurotic,
She takes another sip of wine.
She still finds the wine divine.
Her children are moving,
Their lives she is ruining;
Each sip helps her pass the time.
Sipping it gently,
Drifting away mentally-
Oh, this mother of mine.
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