"I should have had an abortion."
Ok Mom.
"I should have had an abortion."
Ok Mom I heard you.
"I should have had an abortion."
Ok. Mom
"I should have had an abortion."
Yes Mom. And I should have ripped out your insides and let you bleed to death.
But we didn't did we Mom?
We didn't do what we should have done.
Didn't we Mom.
My Dad often said,
"You gotta know where your bead and butter comes from".
What?
In other words bread and butter is a dual metaphor for "the bottom line".
The "bottom line"is a metaphor for a job or situation in life that pays the bills in a long term and stable way...
enough to support a family four.
( Novel exerpt: Bi-Polar Cinderella sings this song to try to understand why her Demon Brothers Three would slay their father the Sawdust Man, and take away the Golden Orb he had given her.)
It's not that they tried to kill me,
it's that they tried to kill someone I love.
Murdering my memories
of the Sawdust Man.
Erasing him from my mind,
my heart
my soul.
How can one explain the Brother Demons Three?
How can one explain the sickness in their hearts?
How can you explain their hate so great?
How do I explain why they stole the magical orb?
How do you explain
bi-polar
Schizophrenic
sexual abuse
and
black souls?
How else can I explain?
I hear you like
Gluten Free
I hear you suck
Gluten Free
I hear you fuck
Gluten Free.
You will die
Gluten Free
You will cry
Gluten Free!
While fucking a loaf of bread.
Hot, hot, hot
burn, burn, burn
Swirl, swirl, swirl.
Witch Bitch loved hot water.
Bi-Polar Cinderella didn't.
Early to bed
Early to rise
Skiing
Sawdust man enters my room
quietly
He thinks I am sleeping,
he tiptoes to my dresser.
He puts $20.00 on top
I wake up,
5 a.m.
I take
the $20.00
and
I can pay for the bus.
I never say thank-you to the Sawdust man.
He strives to create the mystery of fantasy .
The Sawdust man is my personal tooth fairy.
Quiet and silent and amenable to the magic in surprise.
Why do people get annoyed with one another at buffets?
Why do people pick out all the shrimp?
And why do we want to kill them?
Why do people stand in line all jammed up against one another scared that all the food will be gone?
Why do some people pile their plate sky high?
Why do some people jump to be first at the food and others wait till the end?
Why do people upset themselves before they eat because they are irritated at others?
Why don't we just skip the buffet and option for "by the plate"?
Someone said I should write cheerful poetry.
Cheerful Poetry.
Cheerful Poetry.
Cheerful Poetry.
