From Horror To Happiness In a Day
or
The Prejudice Most Precious
"Mothers are the most maniacal of mass murderers."
-- not yours the child killed
by a teenage mass school shooter
* * *
"O! Howl! Howl! Howl! Howl! Howl! O! No! No! No!
Alas! Here in my bed? My baby dead?
And off to school? The tadpole somewhat slow?
The speeding short bus flipped here on its head?
O! Woe! Woe! Woe! The twins? Here pumped with lead?
Their Happy Meals untouched at day care still?
And here? The suicide? Who flunked phys ed?
The one each morn I breastfed for the thrill?
Alack! The triplets? All yet in a spill?
Each injured? On the field? The ice? The court?
Here paralyzed? To never ball at will?
Oh, God! The life of jacking off cut short!
Why me? Why mine? O! -- What? . . . Not mine, you say?
All yours? I see . . . Oh, well -- enjoy your day!"
* * *
a dedication of Respect
for
a global Ethics based on Reason --
not on feelings
a revolving helios sonnet spenserian satire menippean on
the popular, sentimental, romanticized notion of
motherly love
february, 2023 -- poetry yet being raised to a
higher level
to effect a
Rational literature
of
change worldwide
Copyright © James Starkey Iii | Year Posted 2023
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