Merlot

i’ll be home in an hour

so lay the chicken in flour

and pop the cork on the Merlot

the car is running screwy

so i can’t forget to call Louie

so i can keep my job at the store

i want to bring you fine candies and expensive brandy

but i only make enough for snickers and Merlot

your sisters call me crazy even though i’m uncle to their babies

i’m embarrassed sometimes to come home

our love Is in the dumpster

and so is our car’s rear bumper

i had to pick it up off the road

but fried chicken and gravy

and i’m all kinds of crazy

to keep my place as your Beau

the sun is going down

i can hear that thumping sound

i might barely make it home to our abode

your mom is coming over

i cant promise to stay sober

i might drink up all the Merlot

like when i crashed the car

on the way home from the bar

and i really had no home to go to

the earth opened up

like a bloody deep cut

and right through the crack

i fell through

i was stuck to the bed

was it blood from my head

or the way you stopped saying i love you

from the window i couldn't see

the Forrest for the trees

and the red in my glass made me forget to