“Reap what you sow”

My dad at the range wishing I was the target

My mom on her fifth marriage like maybe this time was it

Meanwhile I save up for some breakfast tacos

And try to come to terms with the fact that I’m someone the devil knows

My mom on the phone talking like she’s not the Woman at the Well

Like my sorry excuse for a dad isn’t going to Hell

“Get over yourself” from people who don’t know themselves

I can’t wait for the day this Karma tattoo speaks for itself