Half Retarded.

Awoken by the ringing
of a fatherless call -
at six in the morning,
he's drunk enough for all.

Bones are breaking,
I hear them crack -
and through the phone line,
I hear the lies stack.

His words utter wisdom,
with a bit of a slur -
there's no turning back time,
once you're in a whirl.

But, there's ways to go back,
and fix what was started -
instead of just moping around,
because you're half retarded.