Pop Run

pop drank non stop it's a topic that's classified just an angry guy that alcohol would pacify he'd watch miami vice and on monday it's magnum sit back in a recliner tell us not to distract him you could always hear the clinking of the cubes then you knew there was envy underneath whenever he'd reach for the booze sometimes he'd drInk in the day time too mow the lawn watch the cubs and drink all afternoon pop runs were such fun we'd buy strawberry crush he'd buy a bag of swedish fish it was all hush hush gordon's gin and smirnoff vodka in big plastic bottles we thought nothing of it we're not aristotle my brother took his drink and down the sink he did pour he said what the hell are you doing? pushed him up against a door brother begged him to hit him but the father refused painting beatles in the basement can't erase the abuse everybody got a story well i got one i remember dad called em pop runs i was just a little kid with big problems was it something that i did why did pop run first time i tasted it i thought it was sprite a lime was hiding in the ice and it didn't taste right so this is what he's drinking after dinner each night well i'll never touch the stuff for the rest of my life i was beginning to try when i was slinging the pie at uno's on milwaukee next to TCBY was the summer of 92 when jump was the jam stole a bottle of chianti because of silence of the lambs sauvignon on the lawn listen to vinyl by verve the whole house to myself in the bling of the burbs throw parties every month chug a tussin and blaze let's face it i was wasted what a way to behave family left me all alone in the house for half of a year the house was on the market why not spark it have a beer crashed there on the weekends couldn't turn on the heat slept in front of the fireplace with the coldest of feet