I don’t know what you did to me

I was given everything

Only to have it smashed away from me

Over and over and over again

Some days worse than others

There is a Dakotah story about why women who couldn’t cry anymore were given alcohol, that’s right, to cry

To grieve loss and suffering

To let go of all the sadness

Is that why you drink? To cry?

I gave that up a long time ago

Now I just want to laugh

Cause I am about to show up

The Mother Ship; e.t. Phone home cause you gonna need to exit stage right, son

We don’t like this idea of having to know where the closest fallout shelters are. That is like a 1950’s type reel