• A child of only ten plus three sits upon his bed
    He hears the sound of a glass just shattered
    And he rushes from his homestead.
    Unconscious and unaware, lays his hero on the couch.

    From time to time this had happen striking his own head,
    The father once and nevermore lying so unfettered
    Unconscious from his only love and med
    Alcoholic stench fills the room and even in his pouch.

    Cleaning up his father's mess as if the two were wed
    The son was trying so hard to not feel unkenneled
    But as soon as he had hurt himself he went off the deep end
    With tears of pain he cried for his father and went into a slouch.

    From time to time this had happen striking his own head,
    The father once and nevermore lying so unfettered
    Unconscious from his only love, his only med
    Alcoholic stench fills the room and even in his pouch.

    With all said and done the boy was finished and went to bed
    Leaving his father on the couch to slouch bound and crippled.
    This night was only one and it would happen soon with his stead,
    The son could only stop his father with one quick end, soon he could vouch.

    From time to time this had happen striking his own head,
    The father once and nevermore lying so unfettered
    Unconscious from his only love, his only med
    Alcoholic stench fills the room and even in his pouch.