Posted by trouble on March 16, 2002, at 12:26:38
When something bad happens to me
I want my mother
If I have to airlift you to the hurt and put
a squadron of searchlights on it I will just to
hear your soothing voice say sweetlyyou think you got it bad, you shoulda seen the
cheap chinese imitation turquoise belt buckle the
two-bit boyfriend bought me--
did he think I wouldn't notice? The PHONY!
Why do I even bother-the lies, the deception, I
honestly don't know how I manage to put one
foot in front of the other every day
but people marvel at my inner resources-
as if they really give a shit, hell I don't even
REMEMBER the first eight years of my childhood, I ever tell you that? Huh, kid? You
still on the line?When something bad happens to me I want my mother
focal point of every lawn party you crashed
mean drunk Liz Taylor
oozing cleavage and star quality
swaying to Tammy Wynette in the limelight
your car in the driveway
me napping in the
backseat
a juvinile muse knocking hard on the window.GREASY GRIMY GOPHER GUTS
SOMETHING TELLS ME MOMMY'S NUTS!
When I need a shot of
your bourbon wisdom, your
death-row compassion
I take my cue from the books of Ann Rule
and weep for her homocidal mothers who
started out weak
and ended up monsters.
All of a sudden I got no complaint,
the hairs on the back of my neck
stand up and
salute your unparalleled restraint.When something bad happens to me
I find myself in the Bigwheel Truckstop
blathering nonsensical theoretical discourse
with bleary
red eyed diesel drivers
my sequined hand wrapped
around a squat
ceramic coffee mug
wearing feather earrings
frosted wiglet
and your old whoring gown
mispronouncing words
on purpose and
using coarse language
is mother-freaking close enough
to having
you around.trouble
poster:trouble
thread:19938
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