Superior Mother
If I feel guilty
Does that make you
Superior Mother
Am I just a bad bad boy
Who’s just to much of a bother!
I guess things haven’t changed much
Since you taught my father
All of your Sisters
Most of them
had that same sour face
I can understand
How children’s laughter
seemed so out of place
Were you afraid it might make your heart race?
If you had one
It didn’t occupy much space
No one at the school was qualified
or equipped to teach Grace
Smack smack
Another kid
For forgetting to tie his shoe lace
Those golden rules
Seemed more like lead
I can still remember that ear pull
It felt like it would come off my head
It was still sore when I went to bed
I guess I shoulda listened
To what you said.
Sorry for making you see red.
Now the school is closed
No more rules or uniform
Me I’m okay now
I wasn’t born to conform
To you I was unpredictable
Kinda like
a thunder storm
I didn’t fit any norm
Sometimes clay can be
Just a bit to hard to form.
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