Until I was at least six months
After she dumped me in the fish tank
And ran like a bat out of hell
Only to get caught having a second one...
I was four years old before
I was allowed to stay the night.
My sister had gotten lonely
I lived with grandpa Jack.
Which was just fine with me,
He did not have funny ideas
About vegetables
Nor do other things,
But alas, the old man
Sad over the divorce
Of his childhood love
Finally meet another
She wanted to get married
And live in Florida
While I was pushed
Gently towards California
Grandpa and I had traveled
The world, grandpa style
Mom was on a death course
She made my father
Relive her dreams
By traveling around the world
As an engineer and a father
We always got lost
Or worse kidnapped!
And held for ransom
Before getting back
To find out there was no one
Aware of our imminent deaths.
She was fool hardy
My mother who was so wise
She refused medical treatment
To many of us who just
Wanted to go outside and play
Not lay in bed waiting
For a real doctor to come along.
She never took a single nurses course
Nor did she study medicine nor law
But she was an expert on everything.
She died with eighty percent of her brain
Metacisized to cancer.
Stupid! She refused to have
The treatment that others
Had to withstand
She lived to 69 years old
Before Jimmy put a pillow
To stop her from breathing
Any longer.
When we arrived
He stuffed her into a car
While I had gone in to find
The reservations I had just made
Were in fact not there
They had decided to remodel
It took them fifteen years
To reopen as a different place.
Meanwhile, I lost my mother
To Jimmy insisting she go into
The hospital which is what
I was hoping she would do
Willingly and also hoping
There was someone left
To speak to about her health
But all those phone calls
She had been making
While I was kept from knowing
By being held for no reason at all.
Anyway he got his way
He had also put her uncle
And aunt in nursing homes
Then walked away which
Is his way of dealing with things.
I know he has shot at me
Stabbed me, knifed me,
Strangled me, run me over
With a car and much worse
Things besides being buried
Alive in a pet cemetery.
He hates being told upon
And makes sure he jabs me
With one of those date rape drugs
So I cant remember what he has done
Somehow I survived!
I am now not in the same
Condition as I was a few years ago.
No one seems to notice
Nor care or he would be dead.
But why get in his way?
Really, he even tells people
I am now his wife and it is for life
Excuse me I want a divorce!
But before I do go,
I am going to donate his organs
To science or anyone to poor
To buy their own replacements
He once stoled my sisters kidney
And sold it to someone in Asia
Only to have it brought back
To me who had slid into another
Coma after being on Dialysis
How I got the kidney disease
The only one in the family
One can only guess
But I have my sisters kidney
Which is also failing
And I have no one left
To borrow another one from.
Imagine being not even eighteen
Having survived so much
Only to be beaten by an organ!
Even in my fifties
I am unsure of how to get
People to listen to me
Instead of the imbecile
Who only knows how to
Hang the limp thing
In my face since
His real parents
Were so rich
He never did get
What he deserved.
Nor is he going
To have his way
I will cut his head off
Before I allow him
To have all of my possessions
Only to throw them away.
By the way,
It was charming to see
King Charles III
Walking and talking
With President Biden
Instead of Jimmy who
Has been trying to just
Become the man who
Sits next to a woman
Married to a powerful man.
His mother was married
To a rich and powerful
Politicians while his own father
Was just a clown
Captain Kangaroo.
Big deal!
He even had to be on his show.
He got rid of him as well.
His power base is a mirage.
But he does get results.
No one from the old days
Believes he is not a killer.
I even had to watch him
Eat the goldfish and turtles
That did not actually
Belong to me
To tell you the truth
But my young brother
Who looked so sad
When he found the fish bowl
Empty and only I sitting
There crying
What could he think
But that I must be guilty
Of disposing of them.
My mother told such stories
To be honest,
God himself probably
Is reviewing his notes
Carefully about whether
Or not I am the innocent
One or not.
She was a crazy lady
To grow up with as a mother
But who the hell
Raised Jimmy to be a demon?
Suzie P who gave her own sone
Up for adoption when he was born
Then raised a bitch to believe
I gave birth at six.
Only to have her hunt
Me down to steal me
Away from each and every place
I attempt to inhabit
Then turned her attention
On any man who came near me.
Really Suzie, you were just
The daughter of a bad man
Who went to prison.
While you were an underwear model
Not anything else
Sine all of your children
Have behavior problems
We wont even discuss
Betty A who went to prison
For sawing me in half
When I was just three years old.
She manages to tell people
Stories that no one else would believe
She even followed us to Africa
Living in the wild
And smoking monkeys for food.
That world is how monkey pox
Evolved from a dwarf who cant
Understand I will never believe
She is my mother nor any
Of the otehrs.
I got the one I did not want
But it is the way it is
To tell you the truth
She was my real mother.
After three years
Of hanging a feeder
In the tree outside my window
I finally got hummingbirds!
Despite catching a squireel
Squeszing his lips
Into the small whole
They have decided
I am safe enough to visit.
Anyone else want to remember
The way to my door?
In the day without needles....
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