Papa was a rolling stone
Mama a dog chasing a bone
So I learned to cook dinner
And live like a sinner
How to separate the laundry
And not cry for mommy
She's gone for the night
But I'll be alright
Jess is here and she brought the party favors
Who knew this booze came in so many flavors
Daddy's no where to be found
Not that I really wanted him around
No brothers or sisters to share the burden
How I'd turn out, no one was certain
An orphan by circumstance
Still standing by chance
A charming smile and quit wit
Hides demons I'm forced to live with
Her blood in my veins and his thick skull on my shoulders
I thought I'd outgrow that as I got older
But it seems I'm just a rolling stone
Running around chasing a bone
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I love your poetry.
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