Pity Party Once, you learned to swallow a pill. Doctor said it would help sugar coat your daddy’s screwing of another woman. Prozac, Zoloft, Paxil, but you didn’t buy that you were treatable because the pot, cocaine, ecstasy, and booze bummed you out. Excelling at fits, bitching and silent, with pride and disgust because it’s alright to cry, but it’s better if others cry. Bitch about your flat tire, and the bad hand God dealt you. Daddy screwed another woman. It’s practically cliché, except it’s your truth, You try and make truth unique with overdoses and miniskirts. Make me understand how it devastated you to the point that you can’t shower. And how do I force you to swallow that pill? Choke down that piece of shit this day and every day until it’s your routine, like daddy’s Saturday nights.