You are not impressed by your gen-
-etics, haven't put in any
Really good time with your
Free will
You will not be procreating
Life you have decided one
More like you'd be over-
-kill
You do not wish to
Insult the one who made you
Though you are told you were
Not planned
The tree that bore you fruits a
Bitter, bruised accident who's
Slowly learning how to be
A man
Open your eyes be-
-fore your light goes
Out
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Maybe she was right when she
Said there were demons living in him
And maybe he'd have rather she
Treated them like her extended kin
But she had to go and play
Exorcist for a day
And conjure up such force whose
Gaping him she could not restrain
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You think thou doth pro-
-test too much; hear too much
Good talk, see too evil
A deed
Say, “Mother, this is just how it'll
Have to be between us, you
Might have kept your hands
Off of me”
Slowly turn the knob, move the
Door by inches, pick your
Way quietly the darkness
Through
Mother's bedroom, over her
Sleeping ear you lean and ask, “Does
This smell like chloroform to
You?”
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Momma you were right when you
Said there were demons living in me
Momma I'd have rather you
Treated them more hospitably
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