A Sinner Like God

“I have forgiven mother” She tarries with hope that the good woman will pray her clemency for her own sins, but that hour is expired; Gee grew a strong wit "Mother is no longer my burden" Jesus came from hard conscience to corroborate her lies The WORD written in black and white: “Us twain is now one; for this reason I depart from her” Three moons less than time in the safety of the womb is slight In the past mother was necessity, but she grew weary of the pace; her birth city received her The old Jewish woman was left with stage three pressure ulcers while the twain bender in Atlantic City Their backsides were not masked by mother’s conformity My mother's now defiant fingers work dutifully in another excrement, goat stool in her callaloo garden Before the recession, money was tossed in all directions; I took hold of a few green ones. She lived to outdo her alliance, but high seat killed Miss. Thomas’ cat Mother watched her outshone the Jones The recession was never her downfall; immorality got the better of her. Jesus was overlooked “put the WORD to work, compensate the guardian of your youth” She had to let a nation know how well off she was Her enemies know her silver spoon was achieved Her splurges buried ethics, and smiles were wide as graves She let me know in scripts: “A new being I am now; My shine is unlike years ago” Vanity is not here in show, but her heart remains the same Like the Jewish elder, mother is spurned with bruising on her heart.