Addiction Harvested

Surrounded in a vital womb
Though not much different from a tomb
Everyday he gets his food
His alcohol, we know he’s screwed

Mommy needs it everyday
Too bad juniors in the way
She always has to have a drink
And never even stops to think

With no control inside his home
It’s awful that his seeds are sewn
Not knowing pain that lies ahead
It’s better if he wakes up dead

Addiction setting in each week
His future’s looking awfully bleak
But mommy doesn’t care at all
All she needs is alcohol

And soon enough he will be born
His mind has shrunk his body worn
His life is set, there’s no way out
Addiction is his only route