Mother!
Did you tell me
Thar Jimmy told to you
A story?
About having graduated
From Harvard cum laude
In the 1980's?
Really!
What happened to affirmative action?
The next thing you will be telling me
Is that he is the dead born
Arabella Kennedy in 1956
We always argue
Over little things
Because you wont let me
Have my way
With my medical treatment.
For your information
Maria Shriver
Had to go to Ohio
For a degree in Journalism
Or was it just English?
Anyways she was not even allowed.
As a Boston native
To go to Harvard
It is a school in Massachusetts.
Not Hollywood
He could not have been accepted.
In the eighties at Harvard
Unless he was a female
Without the extra appendage
Or of color
Such as Japanese
Or something else
And we both know he did not
Graduate from high school.
Even you wont get out of that one
What did he do?
Steal Rebecca Deraney's diploma?
She did graduate from Highschool.
Didn't she?
Of course, she said she was born
In France instead of Santa Rosa
Anyways, your non son
Could not have gotten
Into Harvard in the 1980s
Much less lived in Boston
For three years
While he pretended to attend
Classes for the basic instruction
And then a premed bachelor
Only to have interned
In any hospital for any time
Without being caught
As a complete imbecile!
It takes about ten years
To complete a MD!
Not three
Nor does one walk on to
The set of some Soap Opera
Wearing an outdated uniform
Introducing oneself as a medical doctor
Without permission from the State Board
He would have had to pass
An actual exam
And been licensed
And him with convictions
On him as well as a state board
Insistence he not pretend
He was anything else
Nor to use the last name
Of anyone but his own real dad
How often I had to sit and hear
Him get upset when i referred
To your husband as my father
Now he is going around
Acting as if he is my husband
And wants me in a mental ward
Just because
I refuse to have sex with him.
He is impotent !
He is never going to experience
Anything but mental illness
And I am not swallowing that!
Now about your little
Misundestanding with me
Who kept going to different high schools
And colleges
Until one day they added up
All of my credits
Causing me to actually
Receive a Bachelors of Science
While I was trying to get
A Literature or history degree
To pursue Archaeology
In the end with all those things
I did on the side with various
Humanitarian groups
I got a Forensic applied to my name.
Just wanted to be a writer
Or a traveler
Who explored the ancient sites.
Now mother why do you
Sometimes call me Patricia?
It is not because the Kennedys
Had a baby i 1963?
Jimmy may have been born in 1956
But he is not a girl!
Nor is he dead
Not even now
With all hell breaking loose.
Did you know a few more
Accidents have occured
A few more mysterious deaths
All of them somehow
Related to you going into hospital
Over depression from having
Gotten pregnant again
And given birth to a baby boy
Instead of accepting the girl
Who was forced to sit with you
There was even a Duma
Thats the Russian version
Of congressman
Who was stabbed by his housekeeper
And then put in a plastic bag
Then put under the house
In Moscow!
How many times did Jimmy
Bury another dead pet
He accidentally ran over
With his non car
As he failed his drivers exam
In high school
Along with everything else
He was always putting things
In plastic and dumping them
I even caught him with my father
In a black plastic bag
At the old stables
Of the old homestead
Down south
He went for horse shit
To pour on top of my father
I happened to be taking a night time walk
Never can sleep at night
Too much going wrong in the world
There he was playing at the barn
Turns out it was not a dead horse
But my father who was still alive!
I had to help him walk down to the beach
But Jimmy was in hot pursuit
When we did get to a hospital
He was stolen from me
By another one of those lying
Jehovah's Witnesses
Who keep claiming
Without a birth certificate
That they are the real relative
Just because
In their new system
After Armeggoddon
They have presumed
That they will be the only ones left over
Does not mean they get to go around now
And demand that everything
Already belongs to them
What happens if they stumble
Over something and fail
To survive!
After all even Moses
Was denied the right
To the promised land
Never being allowed to cross
The Jordan
After leading those miserable
Rats from Egypt for forty years
Who knows who they were
All those midwives
Pretending the Jewish women
Could not give birth
But were dying in the effort
Replacing their own children
For thier own
Like Miriam who told the Princess
Of Egypt
That the baby in the weeds
Could be nursed by her mother
When in fact she was his mother
All those stories
Just because
Jimmy thinks he can become king
Do you remember the day
He climbed into one of thsoe
Construction things
And his inability
The big scoop in front
Swung through three old historic
Brown stones in Manhattan?
Now the Trump tower sits there as tall
As it can be with all the other fabricated buildings
Instead of a historic section
Just as this city is also losing
Each and every house
That signifies it existed
Before Jimmy was born
In 1956.
Ha, you admitted it.
Not 1960 at all.
He is not the one
You gave birth to dead.
Meanwhile, back at home
One does get frightened to think
A housekeeper could walk in
On an important man
In a hotel or a home
And do away with him.
All those girls just want
To have easy work
In really nice places
Instead of digging in the ground
Or digging up the dirt
On an individual
Who might do harm
To more than one individual
By the way
It is Mr. Trumps birthday
And he had to show up in court
Where he was fingerprinted
And pleaded not guilty.
To 37 charges.
Imagine if Jimmy had
To be fingerprinted!
I once had two different sets
Of fingerprints handed to me
As Jimmies and asked
Which one?
How the hell should I know
He is not a relative of mine
Just because he used my family name!
Enjoy the roses mother
I might not have made a promise.
But I did give you a rose garden.
To wait for your promised paradise.
Unless you want to go back to the
Sound of Music dreams of freedom...
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