How
many chances should he get?
I
think he's already used them up
Whether
it's knives and shelves
or
heating systems and pills
Call
the cops, take him away
Repeat
Bail
out, help out
Give
him another chance
Give
him money to start
Over
and
over and over again
Forgive
and forget
Open
your heart
Have
it stomped on
An
endless cycle
meth
and madness
self-medicate
the
voices,
Calling
Can't
stand jail
No
privacy
Easy
answer -
don't
steal
Don't
steal from us,
our
patience is gone,
our
money is gone,
your
chances are gone
But
you don't see,
That
you're the one
Who
took it all.
***
We
have a close family member who has spent most of his life homeless,
by his choice, and in and out of jail, always “someone else's
fault”. I'm done enabling, but the rest of the family is not, and
my voice isn't loud enough on Mother's Day to be heard among all the
love and “second” chances. This is an example of the venting
part of my tagline...
