The Bastard

THE BASTARD Oh! Poor bastard! The end product of flirtation Shamefully brought to the world By his slutty mother A dog she is Caressed by that dog-Nature Father In an ungodly manner Oh! Poor bastard Living a life of shame Of not knowing his Father So unlucky he is Never having to know the Love of his parents So unlucky he is Oh! Poor bastard! Traveling for nine months In the womb of a dog Facing difficulties Battling with drugs Refusing to be aborted I must survive, he says What a poor creature! I must survive, he says Refusing to be aborted He enter the world of shame and pain Dumped by the roadside At night By that slutty mother Who refuse to embrace motherhood Oh! Poor creature Oh poor bastard! Picked up by the nuns Cared for by the nuns He grew up to love the nuns. Desperate to know his origin Who are my parents? Where am I from? He asked every now and Then He embarked on a journey A journey of discovery. You can’t be my mother You are not worthy You rejected me T detest you mother I loathe you father I reject you Now in the street he is Wandering and wandering Searching for survival Oh! Poor creature! Unlucky creature! Oh! Poor bastard!