Mom was making dinner,
but now she's in the freezer.
By fire, Dad would sleep all day, I stuffed him in the loading bay.
In the attic he had courage, now my brother hides in storage.
Me? I'm fine, I'm good, then CRASH! And since I'm bad, I'm lifeless trash.
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