How about some common decency?
Talk about some fucking compassion?
Just take a look at the facts
Let me paint you a perfect fucking picture
You must have known
since you birthed the little faggot
You carried him for 9 months
And then some
And After all he did come from you
A mother ought to fucking know
Endless projectile vomiting
Encopresis stains
All those blank stares
Guttural cries and cold saliva
You knew it all from the fucking start
Didn’t you?
You must’ve felt it as he slid out of you
Aspirating amniotic blood
Disjointed and unhinged
Or did you just drop him on his fucking face
During one of the last episodes?
Another late night with your mouth wrapped around the old crow’s neck
Or at least that’s what you’ll say
At least that’s what you’ll call it
For all the pointless house calls,
The hallway tantrums,
Rooms that reek old piss and dried shit
The useless efforts to whip a boy into shape
The useless efforts to whip that boy into shape
So what’s it all really mean to you now?
Training up my child in the way he should go
Go, go back to your spot
Now move,
Get over here, closer, closer,
Don’t make me come over there
Sit up straight, stop all that smiling,
Straighten up come on now
Don’t you balk at me
Didn’t they teach you?
Chin up, shoulders back,
Stop all that slouching
You truly are your mothers child aren’t you
Stop all that smiling,
Shut off that game,
Or I’ll take it away from you,
Those things have a way
Of making little boys funny
It’s just like they always said
Steers and queers am I right?
You miserable creature
Pathetic stinking waste
Malicious compliance and urine-soaked Levis!
You were such an incorrigible little fucking
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