Soccer Mom

All the home town boys
Wasting their time with oil and fire
Took some time
To flip a dime
And spend some time with me

All their kisses, pushed aside
Hell, I’ll never have to see them again

Pushed to asphalt with embarrassment
In school days far much younger
Bite my lips,
Running home quickly crying
“Daddy, I never want friends.”
“Don’t worry Hun, because soon,
You’ll never have to see them again.”

I shift the isles
Of my pick pocketing store
No security or camera at the door
Oh the shame of having to feed myself
Somehow, I’ll never have to see this store again

Grandma on her death bed
Crying out my name
Asking for a moment of my time
I don’t go because, when she’s gone
I’ll never have to see her again

My kids, I’m missing soccer games
Their minds are unforgiving
I can’t cook right, can’t stay awake
Drink, drink, drink.
I never want to see these brats again

I’m driving down the highway now
Peeking at shame in the rearview
Faster, faster driving west
This way, you’ll never have to see me again