The Hellion

The hellion,

They call him that.

Always drunk,

Always wasted,

They could never  understand 
why he is like that.

Smelled of sunshine then,

Smelling of booze now,

How did it come to that?

Mama, I want a hug,

Please,

Please,

Honey, I’m too far away for that.

I’ll send you toys,

I’ll send you clothes,

Mama’s working to give you 
things like that.

Mama, all I want is a hug,

Please,

Please,

Honey, do you know 
how impossible is that?