I spent $71 dollars to send Beth's large, heavy box,
and I was expecting a call sometime Christmas morning,
but couldn't get ahold of her til about 3 o'clock,
I was so pissed, then my mom told me
Beth and her family aren't opening gifts til Tuesday. why?
well a simple text would have sufficed.
Phil left at 8 a.m. to his son's,
and didn't come home til 5:30 p.m. no text.
He said I couldn't go with.
and when he did come home,
I could just read it on his face,
he's gonna be leaving me to move in with them,
he's been threatening it lately, and taking Eliza girl
with him.
the only thing that made my day
was my brother Ronnie.
we spent the day down in the man cave,
watching the Packers, muted, with Christmas music playing,
snacking and laughing.
my mom made me a picture book
of just about my whole life,
pictures I don't remember seeing,
can't even recognize my dad. wow.
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