"Quit bringing me a new dad from the bar every 'Taco Tuesday,'"

"Stop bringing me a new dad from the bar every 'Taco Tuesday.'"

Middle of the week, It’s been seven days.

Getting ready, mom’s muttering. ‘It’s Taco Tuesday.’

Spending hours getting ready, time to put on a show.

“Drinks are free for ladies don’t you know.”

Once again she is putting me in front of the Tv.

Her version of a babysitter, I can plainly see.

‘You ask for a younger sibling, sister, or brother.’

She explains it’s why she goes to Happy hour.

‘I know where you are going. Please stay home.’

‘To the bar, I must go, just cause I’m grown.’

This is the same old song and dance but on a different day.

‘Quit bringing me a new dad from the bar every Taco Tuesday.’

Never a purebred but a mangy mutt just another stray.

‘Quit bringing me a new dad from the bar every Taco Tuesday.’

I microwave food and get drink boxes while you are gone.

I was singing with my favorite tv shows, song after song.

Checking the clock, Mom is gone later than usual I see.

Watching myself, this isn’t good, The term is ‘Latch key.’

With a crash and bumbling chaos, the two drunks enter our house.

Today’s candidate is mom’s broken-down temporary spouse.

Both of you stumble around, making no sense.

Shots and beers you recount, stranger’s names you do reference.

This new man you introduce me to is just another name.

It’s very sad but, I know he is just tonight’s passionate flame.

This is the same old song and dance but on a different day.

‘Quit bringing me a new dad from the bar every Taco Tuesday.’

Never a purebred but a mangy mutt just another stray.

‘Quit bringing me a new dad from the bar every Taco Tuesday.’

Rushing me off to bed, I hear Mom whisper.” I can’t wait to get my fill.”

I’m not remotely sick so I ask.” Why do I need to take Benadryl?”

“You need to get good rest. Tomorrow is a long school day.”

“We need our privacy tonight, adult talk, important stuff does weigh.”

“This is confusing talk. You are just trying to mess up my head.”

“I hear you sometimes. You don’t talk about those things while you are in bed.”

“I’ve heard……From…..Oh, my God, Don’t stop, Pull my hair and I’m almost there.”

“I don’t know where you’re Momma is but your Daddy’s right here.”

“The bed creeks and makes loud kinds of sounds, lasting into the morning.”

“You fool me all the time, I get hungry. Sounds like you are stirring cheese and macaroni.” See less