Mother Muther Muvva
Mother never mentioned how much she disliked her third daughter
I forgot to tell her it swung both ways
She made my skin crawl with her false showcase laughter
Hungover, closed curtain ...Snap! 'Lay... still!' days
Hating her husband, disliking her friends
Teasing her children..would happily send
Muvva into a state of euphoria
I understand now..
But i didn't back then
Weeks in her cavern.. stirring the cauldron
Upsetting the... e_qui_li_brium
And she loved it ...
Almost as much as she hated herself
I see it now.. the selfish bitter twisted soul
Scarred by a life
Of not knowing how to be.. nice
Often she exclaims, 'met this girl on the bus!' and she continues
With..
The girl said....'I wish you was my Muther'
I have to confess
So do I!....
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