Oh Dear Mother Of Mine (Contains some offensive language)

Heh.... It's almost funny, The monotony in my life, The repetition of daily conflits and decisons, Screaming, The once in a while throwing of such valuable items and overly expressed feelings being handled like a chinese vase over a kiln fire. Just who do you think you are anyway? I don't know where you get the courage to stand up to that you are afriad of, But please... oh please, I don't want to hear it when you are the one who is hurt. Don't fire with those overly used and equally ironic statements of distrust and disguist. I don't care about tin horns and shit that don't stink, All I care about is getting through the next day.... For what though? To hear you complain about today's youth and my own "disabilities." To tell you the truth... I'm sick of your crap, And maybe it's time for you to realize exactly why I'm the way I am... Now wait a second, Don't you dare tell me you wouldn't talk to your mother that way, I don't really care, That was oh so many years ago. Now just wait a second... Stop talking for one god-damned minute and I'll tell you exactly why I always win the arguments, Always prove the undesirable, Consist of the unwantable, If such a word chooses to exist. Don't mock me anymore, You know I'm right. Please women, Don't offend me, You are so 40 years ago, And I thought you might just want to watch out because I'm your future oh dear one, And if you don't get out of my way I will forget your present... Dearest mother of mine.Just a piece of my mind that's been waiting to be expressed.. time for a bit of a change aswell. Written November 8th, 2001 © on Nov 08 2001 10:18 AM PST   0 • 14