Rolling Blackout

Eighty-six, too adjacent to the places where his kids would hang

Fixin' in the kitchen, but no pork and beans or chicken franks

Spoon of doom, trouble when it would bubble

Subconscious attacks that would later leave 'em befuddled

A family full of thinkers, but drinkers between the blinking

But blinking came as a luxury, bubbly had 'em sinking

As their lids started fading, memories would evade 'em

Then wonder why black and whites had to handcuff and degrade 'em

Flip the pages... past stints in the cages

Mad flippant in haste when that bag of liquor enraged

Skip the patience... or when feds performing searches

Nickels and quarters surged 'cause he couldn't ignore the urges