A Mother's Love ~ Saturday, August 2, 2025

Wicked baby, again how you vomit
on me, allergy, I will make you pay
rubbish perfect infant, you could not be
the flesh and blood that is mine, as you spit
how you dishonor your mother, stupid
little child, I will make you pay each day
each moment that I can, as you will see
suffer as I do less as your mother
sorrow is your dominion, little squid

trust will be your enemy in this life
of course, I will not protect you, or guide

you as you choose, decide, struggle with strife
or maybe you grow up and take a ride
understand, you are not firstborn brother

For God's sake, where did I get you, a switch
literally, at the infirmary
of course, at this point, that makes perfect sense
only, I know nothing, son of a bitch
father of God Almighty, you will pay
yes, I found you in a basket, scary

despite the fact your brown eyes are intense
experience pays off, as you will know

Visualize, creative child, how the day
remains without incident until, well
until you overcome all barriers
victim of childhood abuse, I would sell
veritably, your soul, as carriers
insist on buying lies until you grow

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