ENOUGH

it's this time of night that I come
home buzzed from the lot I own on
the side of the road that I call a flea
market where I spread out all the
broken shit that most nobody wants
but some do and I make enough for
a six-pack or gas or some pop for
my kids and a lot of the fuckers say
I'm a veteran I'm fucked-up
my legs go numb I'm hurting
you got any whiskey or these tired
women beaten by family and life the
assholes who call themselves men
I'm sorry but I can't keep from
crying I got nowhere to go would
you take 50 cents or all the others
who ask hey you got some hits or a beer
I need a line I just want to sit here and
get fucked up until the pain goes away
or the tears can I camp here tonight
can you give me this coffee maker I'll
pay you on the first man but that day
never comes so that's why I hate
this country