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what time does the floor show start?

 
...that is the question I
     always asked myself
       when my drunken father
           came staggering home

with my mom sitting
  on that worn out old
    couch waiting for him
     and his worthless den
       full of lion lies and vodka
excuses

I had a front row seat
  and I didn't have to pay
    one red cent to see the
         whole dammed show

now that's what I
  call entertainment
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