brown recliners

hello fucker.
glad to see me?
that's right
i'm talkin' to you.
not your sister
not juan-lorenzo-liam-washington
or dead aunt betsy, heard she passed
sorry man.
by the way,
how'd they get her fat ass
to fit in that econo-line coffin anyway?
you always were a cheap fuck.

doin' a drive-by
figured i'd stop in.
what's the matter?
look like you seen a ghost.
i know it's been a few
didn't think i'd changed that much.

anyway
how 'ya been?
i see you're still sittin'
in that shit brown recliner.
had me one of those 'while back
got rid of it
damn thing was cursed-
i'd sit in that chocolate-brown-baby
grab the remote
get all comfortable an' shit
next thing 'ya know i didn't give a damn
'bout nothin'
ignored the wife (you heard the bitch left me, right?
yeah, took the brats with her.)

anyhow,
i'd just sit there flippin' for hours
world news- if it ain't happenin' in my living room-flip.
discovery channel-discover this!-flip.
history channel-old news-flip.
religious channel-christ!-flip.
feed the children-ain't no-one helpin' me feed mine-flip.
you listenin' dad?

flip.


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