Shoulda
told one or the other I would slit the throat of the last unicorn for a taste.
Shoulda
asked one or the other to prom
Shoulda
carved one of their names on my skin with a rusty spoon.
Shoulda
left one of them barefoot and pregnant
and
the other with a child sucken
at the teat
waiting on me to come back
cuz I've gone out for a pack of
smokes....
But their angels on their shoulders are better at their jobs
than the
devil on mine.
Shoulda
said the things that your mom told you liars and charlatans
practice in the mirror.
Shoulda done the things that make fathers sharpen their blades,
and forget their good books.
Shoulda..
Coulda...
Woulda...
in the next life.
In the next life.
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