Written By: name - Benny Mayo
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What A Day... Not Good... That is, At least Not Now...

What to do? Where now? We trust who? We know to trust you,
But not, nay, NEVER you two alone and out.
You thought it was great, that buzz you get….
Look where you're landed now, das pater und der frau,
En das gulag!
I understand, exactly what went through your heads…
You thought…. "Hey, it's a special day, why not?"
Now, you both know (why not).
I sincerely realize,
Your thoughts and turmoil, but it makes my blood boil!
To see how thoughtless you were.
It only takes a little to trap you…
But once you're in, you're in and when, You thought… What?
What were you thinking, Mom and Dad?
You got a little bit bolder, as the addiction got a little bit older,
But there it was, biding, biding time, like the Snake.
Now look, the addiction has you, and why?
You thought it was cool, But you KNEW the rule,
About what that evil wreaks, especially upon you.
Now look, your children don't know,

When will you leave it?
Now, I just got your call, and you're okay…
But that only for the moment now, pater und frau.
Now I'll tell you why…
Why you know it's evil to you!
It almost killed you a year ago, you know!
It's practically the anniversary
Of that sad, maddening dark hour.
Those evils are resurfacing in you, and in Mom too!
I thought you realized what they were.
You just said it's nothing…
IT IS!! It's something big to us all, and you had the silly gall,
To say it wouldn't hurt…
The history, of it, so sad to tell…
It makes me feel, like it's the tightness of an eel,
Slipping around my neck.
You started with it all right…
You only had a few at a time, and now this rhyme,
Will go on to show how it happened.
You slowly got worse,
Life came in a bit too hard, and slowly marred,
Yourself, so slowly…
You didn't see it creeping up,
Stealing upon you claiming, to be your friend, and aiming,
Not it, but you, aiming to do what FELT best.
Now, close to a year ago, it is!
You both gave up that evil, but it lurks, like a weevil,
Waiting to destroy the crop for which you'd worked.
Or so you'd thought…
Now you gave in, to that evil with which you thought to stave in,
Yourself, from the world…
Understandable, I know…
To want to hide, and to let your "comfort" grow…
But you should have seen what was happening.
It got the best of you Dad, it missed Mom…
You slowly went entirely nuts, and suffered the slings and cuts,
Of that vileness to your brain.
So, now you are back into it…
You thought it fine, at the time…
To have a little sip, so little…
Well, to see you now,
It so breaks my heart, to see you restart,
Into that sadness, and sickness.
Watch closely,
Mom and Dad, for it's calling,
and when it is too strong… Come talk,
to me, Okay?
Know that I Forgive you.