He got to play with his mama
But only at a distance.
One day a young woman
Who was the daughter of a Baptist preacher
Meet and married a young man
Who went off to war
Only to be returned as soon
As he arrived for it was all over.
He had missed the show
His was to return to home
And figure out how to care
For his wife and daughter
His wife had gone to Howard college
And so, he worked around town
Until one day he was a big-time politician.
He had acquired quite a reputation in town
As well as a mistress outside town.
The wife was a good one
But one day she meets the man
She had run into that day at Howard.
Which led her to go out
With the man who was now her husband
It was the way it worked
She found something she wanted
But could not have so she settled
He was not a bad husband
Although she did not know about Mary,
Not yet and when she did it was too much.
Her affair of the heart had a second chance
Years after they first met
He was there again and out of town
What was one night?
Enough to make one more baby
She hid it from her husband
She could neither ask for a divorce
Nor marry the man who was the father
If she had known about Mary
She might have done things differently,
As it was, she arranged to be out of the country
In Berlin at a school function
Just so he would not know about it
And then it came out looking
Just like his father!
Well, it was a good thing she did it that way
After all, it would have been bad
For her to have a child that did not look
Like her husband.
They arranged for his care
In the hands of nannies and later
He would be able to travel
He was with his dad
Most of the time until he was old enough
Then she took over his upbringing
She had fun taking him places
Her own hometown where
He was one of her "cares"
No one was convinced
After all, why should she bring him at all?
But the trips overseas were the best
Showing him the world
And at first class travel
She could afford it
But only on the other side
Of the world.
Where she went for her conventions
And his political ambitions
Meanwhile, the little boy
Was miserable
He was a control freak
He wanted to sit on her lap
To own her wallet
To eat off her fork
While she was conducting business
Instead, she had someone charm
Him at a different table.
Making sure he had a good time.
All that expensive wardrobe
And fine dining for him
Her son that she had
While her own husband
Had stopped having children
They only had the one after all.
She was proud of her mutant
But things were not good
He hated her for one
And for another thing
He did not want to be controlled
Never allowed to approach her in public
To call her mom nor anything at all
As long as they were outside.
But alone he could do what he wanted
Unless he had been bad with her
Then he got punished
It was no fair
He had to sit there and get her attention
But she would not tolerate it
He had to behave, or she was done for
Instead, he built up ideas in his head.
His father started putting him in mental wards.
He insisted on being in halfway houses
In order to get away from all those kinds of people.
He did not like them at all.
And one day he was going to get even.
Until then he arranged to have another woman
Be his mother in order to get even
This woman had not a clue
Who he was nor how he would destroy
Everything of hers including her soul.
At first she fought him off
And then she joined him
She had gone so long without
A normal thought of her own family.
One of those who wants to choose
Her own relatives instead of being
Burdened with the ones she was born
And the ones she bore herself.
In the end he killed both women
His mother he began to rob
By having others cash her checks.
She had gone and gotten him
Elected Mayor of the town
Her had warned her and now he owned her.
She he broke her by going after
All that money she got
She did not know it til the end.
What he had become the father
Having lost control
Though he himself though one day
He would get him to do it his way.
He never did get the kid to believe him.
Nor want it to be true.
Poor little white kid
With no real relatives
Because he had killed them all off.
And now he works at keeping
Everyone from finding out
What he does not want them to know.
He never wanted any of them
He loves no one but himself
And he never will love nor want
Except to be Ceasar
Where he gets to sit there
And make demands from afar.
Just this and that
No more work or thinking
Just the wave of his hand
And he will get everything he wants
But he also will never be told no
While everyone has to do it his way or else!
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