Whereas they may be called fallopian
Meals prepared by the ovarian
Though with no account on YouTube
They house that famous tube
Striving and striking through
A life far from what’s true
Is there anyone responsible
Why the mosquito nets
Who sleeps here yet to be met
And as you drive along circle
You forget this is your preamble
The child you ignored to nurse
Although she boasts her father is a nurse
Won’t mom be forced
To eat dust and feed me flour
Did dad lie saying mom was his flower?
I’m a now a nine year old
But consider young Joe
How long, Should mom long
For an end of this street battle
Seeking alms not forthcoming
If only that rapist did never exist
We live, sleep and beg at airport
Not because we are well off
But to see what life has
installed
Anytime the car parks to pick mom away
I see tears in her smiles each day
If not for us, she wouldn’t have said yes.
Great
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