Didn't do your dishes last night
cause you didn't eat
don't remember you next to me
you practically live on the street
didn't send you screaming
down the other way
there's still hope left
today's a new day
are you ready for another one
how 'bout that iron lung
hold out for the good stuff
your skins only yellowing 'some'
shouldn't you go on a diet
you're still a bag of bones
you bring a whole new meaning to the phrase
'you looked like you've been stoned'
most days I just feel sorry
but I'm finally coming round
let me grab the hammer
and help you out some
Lauren B Called
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hammered-again/
