Digging a Grave

You weren't there to bury the remains.

too busy with the booze and the boys

while I shoveled all night

burying something I didn't even want

hospital bills down the drain

vomit from your late night escapades circling the drain

hoping my lips will offer you enough condolences

wishing I could scream until I'm blue in the face from what we've lost

your friends hoping I'd just die from asphyxiation