Momma Went

Momma went. Suey and my Momma went, Beyond the veil of better sense, The dead do speak after the grave, Ask an listen, they don't rave, The words in mind, present, They put new thoughts within your head, Let's go down Moreshead street Sue said, The house was gone, she had to show, So I would surely bloody know, She Haunts, in time well spent, I asked Sue how old are you today, Just 10 years for the game I play, Child molesting Grandpa shamed, 3rd degree, ironic, sane, Come uppance for the fey. Don Johnson Judgement waits beyond the grave, Where we agree the level born next time, Perchance a slave, on shoddy little hell Earth.