Paul does not Inspire his Mother
During a terrible New England squall
A young blade named Paul escaped a brawl
Ran to a public box to make a phone call
Asked his mum to pick him up outside the mall
She was out with friends, having a ball
Made up an excuse, determined to stall
He tried to guilt her, her selfish son, Paul
for his bribes and lies she did not promptly fall
his absentee father had also told tales tall
that man had unbelievable chutzpah and gall
his mom had been born psychic, inside a caul
Paul took an Uber home, the driver drove at a crawl
the car stopped dead at a wailing wall
run over it, urged Paul who was wearing a shawl
the driver would have done this for his mum, she was a doll
not for Paul, who was known for being a bully, once and for all.
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