Bad Mother

Sorry he's dead, but your still in bed,
ain't it swell, high in your hell.

well you not the mother , I took that role long ago,
but you just couldn' wait, to strike your next blow.

well each man wants me, that you date date date
too many faces to count, too many to hate hate hate

but i need help, is what you say,
when truth is spoken on any given day.

so don't face the facts or even the law
but pedophiles are illegal
you collect them in your drawer

I don't love you, nor respect your mind
your tainted with venom, love, you will not find.

when left in your dloom, at a very old age,
remember back, that "you" set that stage

the one that was yours, and yours alone,
your rules, your punishments, your sticks and your stones.

Don't call me then, when you need someone to care
you won't know my number, when your cubbard is bare


so take a look, at photos once shot
when I wished and prayed, in your heart, I had a spot.

well I didn't, you wouldn't, pretend to love,
the father's daughter sent from above.

He was I and I was he,
and both were God filled and spiritually free.

you never stole us, you never won
the game of love, but you had your fun.
well it's not a toy, and not for sell, (prostitution and love)
remember your sins, when your sent to hell.

Love is precious - a gift so free, not even the word, can measure its' degree.
it's mine and my father's, my God and my brother's.
Happy trails below, where smoke smothers.
dlj