He staggered home
In the dead of night
Bottle in hand
Dripping with toxins
He found her home
Sewing in hand
A stitch at a time
Sleepy but slaving
He called out to her
For food and quarrels
Hiccupping for air
Drooling with drunkenness
She calmly watched
Her only sire
Slowly wasting
And looked to the heavens
“But for your bills
I’d have a car
And a beautiful lass
I’d die happy”
She sneered and spat
Eyes in the dark corner
“But for your birth
I’d be a beautiful lass
I’d be eating bacon
Didn’t they sack me”
She bared he chest
“As for your ‘morrow
May it shrivel as such
As these tits you sucked
And got life out of”
She went to bed grateful
Of her days on earth
He staggered out
Mouth pouted
They found him in daylight
In the sewage drain
Dead.
Literate Gardener