Mothers As Losers Poem by Aaron McLoughlin

Bad tattoos and broken teeth,
bloodshot eyes and filthy sheets,
empty wallets and far fetched dreams,
angry women and violent friends,
endless doctors and happy pills,
short romances and deviant thrills,
rotten angels and corrupted saints,
lost inspiration and epileptic faints,
debt collectors and time for bad news,
songs of sadness and certainties that lose,
amateur prophets and drunken martyrs,
fascist manifestos and profitable charters,
killer diseases and sentimental bursts,
endless winters and desperate mirth,
nights of tears and days of depression,
horrible music and screaming transgressions,
crosses to bear and mumblings of madness,
prizes of worry and oppressions of gladness,
lovers in tears and merciful drugs,
mothers as losers and fathers as thugs.