When I Call Mom...
He's sick!?! Probably aids, HIVor siphilis from a prostitute
maybe climitia
Is he ok!?! Didn't get hit by a car
ran over by an elephant or attacked
by a tiger, perhaps
Please tell me he's not in jail!?!
probably fled with one of his floosies
stranded with no money
Don't let him start with the drinking again
probably huffin either, puffin, snortin and a shootin
bet its meth
The muggers probably mugged him cold
he's high on the laughing gas
raped by the jazz bands
Castrated in the dreamhole by
the metalheads' closet on Main St.
coughin blood and playin with magic
Probably empty in the foriegn streets
penetrated in the asshole by the
birth of sadness; vanishing in a parking lot
"No, he just called to say everything's alright"
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