The Other Woman

Jimmy, Jimmy

What are we to do with you?

Your father introduced you

On his show

The Captain Kangaroo show

As his biological son

And he gave you his name

Robert James Keeshan Junior

Which you refuse to use

Your sisters have also 

Been on his show

Both of them.

You have two beautiful

Girls who are your real relatives

Why do you keep after my family?

Mr. Roberts

Bobbie jr.

Jimmy

What ever you call yourself

You are a Bullocks

Just like Sandra Bullocks

Who now inhabits

One or more of my families

Properties

When are you going 

To stop giving away 

My possessions?

Did you take something

From me recently?

I noticed it is missing

Why do you play

With little girls dolls?

And their purses?

You just cant leave them alone

How many years did you  spend

Inside mental wards?

It was not enough

And I am tired of this life

You just want me to be too old

To enjoy anything at all.

I want it to end

With your beautiful Teresa

Going to prison

And her son getting it

In Mexico 

For all the harm he has done me.

There is another old house

Being torn down

Why?

What harm have they done?

Just that they existed 

Before you were born?

Both of your sisters

Are older than you

Benita the pretty one

Was already going to school

When you came out

Unexpectedly

And her mother was given

A shock of an albino.

She took good care of you

When you were little

How much harm have you 

Given to her?

She is now a professor

Having been allowed to have

Her  career

While you showed up

At the hospital

Where I was lecturing 

And not causing you harm

Except you keep saying

That I am your daughter

How can you believe this

Is going to be believed

Brother....

You complain

When I slip up

Instead of calling

You a bastard

You are not my spouse

But your spouse

Is going to suffer 

The consequences of your thriftiness

Spoiled from birth

Your other one

The daughter of a celebrity

She looks like her father

Just as you appear as your

Real mother 

With your slanted eyes

And generous lips

She has his eyes

And is just as blond

As you are still

She has had a life

Some would be envious

Does she even know of you?

She should 

I noticed her mother

Died on my birthday

My thirtieth one.

It has been a long time 

For me not to be free.

Once and for all

Why me?

The other women

Are not aware

Are they of you 

Controlling their lives?

They are not even aware

Are they of their medical appointments

And bank accounts

Being yours

All yours.

You could be twins

With the one sister

What does she do

The famous one?

Nothing at all.

Do they even know

Of each other 

They must know

Or the FBI

Is not doing their job

Very well....Hmm....