Bush Wacker Poet I do not know?

Motherlicker

Mother

I know
The weeping was for effect
You can’t cry for anyone
But you
Can’t cry Selflessly?
No
I wish it wouldn’t spill so freely
Into my cold coffee
Bitter beyond
Sugars delightful enchantment
Bad taste
Oh lord
It spills from your mouth
Morals straight from the alter
Send up a little message of hope
Jesus can lay his hands upon her
He cured that leper, restored to his prime
Flicked the switch for the blind man
The dead little girl dead no more

Wouldn’t we all prefer her path to run straight?
Pun intended, for humours sake
Are you angry, or merely scared?
Your own 
You detest
Your heart
Can’t accept

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Beata Agustin January 5, 2026 at 3:53 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A January 31, 2016 at 8:03 PM bush, A great pleasure to find and read your poem today. Love -- SKAT --