Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Dear Mom, I Am So Sorry
I let the hurt out,
While the night hung tightly
Around my neck like a noose.
My air expelled from within,
My last breath about
As sweet as my first.
She rides the tirade wave, cruising
To mutilate me, because
She's not feeling well.
She's a c(u)nt,
A walking tw(a)t
Spewing filthy/ugly anger
At me, cleverly disguised
As discipline.
Oh god, please grant me the
Permission to rip off her mask.
Let it be I
Who is to expose the true her,
To her gaggle-of-geese coworkers.
Let me beat her down
And beat her down until
She's just like me,
Having to start each day over, as
Though she were a ship,
Rebuilding its shields.
Let me be the one to put her
Emotions in turmoil so badly
That she fears falling asleep
And yearns for the day
When she'll nap in a pine box.
Please, let me be the one to ruin mom.
August 15, 2007
Suge
While the night hung tightly
Around my neck like a noose.
My air expelled from within,
My last breath about
As sweet as my first.
She rides the tirade wave, cruising
To mutilate me, because
She's not feeling well.
She's a c(u)nt,
A walking tw(a)t
Spewing filthy/ugly anger
At me, cleverly disguised
As discipline.
Oh god, please grant me the
Permission to rip off her mask.
Let it be I
Who is to expose the true her,
To her gaggle-of-geese coworkers.
Let me beat her down
And beat her down until
She's just like me,
Having to start each day over, as
Though she were a ship,
Rebuilding its shields.
Let me be the one to put her
Emotions in turmoil so badly
That she fears falling asleep
And yearns for the day
When she'll nap in a pine box.
Please, let me be the one to ruin mom.
August 15, 2007
Suge
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Dear Mom, I Am So Sorry
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