Dear Button 2

I see you managed
to finish the whiskey    
left the bottle empty    
protruding from the TV screen  
ready to smash over my head again  
before you torched my wardrobe  
crapped on the carpet  
and stormed off to visit your Mom    
 
Please promise  
you will never return  
Let there be no
final bedroom scene  
Maintain your agonies
unrelenting    
even if the Walker Bros
'The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Any More'  
scratches a rumble on the radio    
over one more bruise    
on your flabby little heart  
 
I hope you enjoy  
Mom's residential care home  
maybe they can find you a bed    
with the dust mites on the floor  
where you can take deep breaths--
enjoy the stench of incontinence
and count the roaches  
as they nibble reluctantly
on the old girl's toes