YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU
BOOOOOO HOOOOOO
IF YOU COULD BE HALF THE MAN YOUR MOTHER WAS YOU’D BE A, A QUARTER WOMAN AND INSTEAD YOU’RE A THIRD OF ME // YOUR FATHER, WHICH MAKES YOU FOUR EIGHTHS OF YOUR HALF BROTHER’S WEED SUPPLY AND THAT’S PATHETIC WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT
She sat there with her tea
Crying hard
And while she never had milk
it went milky
her and her ghosts
mainly her father
in his multiple forms
were having a pity party
but it wasn’t really a party
because noone was invited
and the only guests
were in her reluctantly
Abundant memory.
