A family

 

A family there was once

A family with real parents

And children

Also, grandparents

We even were blessed

With great-grandmothers

Widowed and not wanting

To stay with their sons' wives

My father managed

To handle it all

Until his own wife

Betrayed him

All over those 

Damn ties

They come in all 

Sizes

Ties for the grown ups

Men who had endured

The war of Europe

Loosing their youth

To fighting for the freedom

Of the world

Only to come home

To a world that was lost

The same criminals

Followed them home

In fact, they had arrived

First before D-day

Knowing in advance

About plan B

To steal the life's

Of those who wanted

The world not to be ruled

By a single maniac

Such as Jimmy

We wanted to be fair

As Americans

Give everyone the right

To go to church

On Sunday 

And decide if they wanted

To be Christians

Jimmy never wanted

To go to church

His granddaddy

Was a southern Baptist

Reverand

Who expected him to be clean

Even behind the ears

Which is why he sat

There fingering his penis

At least it was not his toes

He did that as well

When he got older

Just to annoy us

Who had thier lives

Sold by all those 

Germans

Who did not want

To be good democrats

They wanted to be

Neighbors who told on each other

And not stand in line

But sneak in at the last moment

They were there the whole time

Eating other peoples food

Just because they are German

And not normal humans

My family once had a place

In the community 

They went to church

And they did their own

Shopping

And washing

Some hired girls 

To do the housework

But they were not slaves

Instead, these girls

Decided to be greedy

Such as Anne Marie

Who could not stand

That there was a generation

Where women were given

Presents by their men

When the men got their jobs

Completed and they were paid

Once and not every week

They paid their bills

And brought home 

Things for the women 

And children

Not always for their 

Birthdays

But when they got paid

Christmas came at any time

When the money was there

We were not poor

But we were seen

As too rich

For these peasanst

Who keep claiming other

Peoples children as their own

Just so they can steal

From them

I have as many mothers

As daughters 

Who want nothing more

Than to keep me from

Having an education

A career 

Or even a hobby

Much less an income

They want for themselves

All I wanted for my graduation

Was my father and brothers

To show up and go out

To supper as we once did

As a family

Instead of all those 

Substitutes

Who ruined my fathers life

And kept the grandpas

From completing their jobs

The war did not end for some

Some continued to protect the world

Through their various projects

Which candace could not handle

When she was born

Even Satan the devil

Cried for shame

One of his own

So greedy and conceited

The kids went to school

And did not think

About why there was 

A crazy retard with a knife

Hiding in the bushes

Nor why the garage

Was always being opened

By Gary and Mike

Two gay men who thought

They were werewolf's

Who had to marry women

They did not love

Now there are no more

Memories of those days

The boys don't even

Mention them

All they talk about

Is why Herklotz

Showed up at their 

Foster homes

Asking for them

To shake their hand

And tell them what

Rotten bastards they were

And by the way

He needs access to their 

Bank accounts

The look alike Lenin

Wants to only have

His life as easy

As they promised 

Those stupid people

During the war

Betray your own

And you will be paid

Of course, they money

Was not in their banks

But in our banks

When they were told

About plan B

To invade America

Through their needs

Setting their own cities

On fire just to get

Americans to pay for the rebuilding

All they want is to empty

Our bank accounts

To have us Americans

Have nothing at all

The jealousy is so severe

That they turn red

When told they 

Cant possibly need more

When are these fascist

Going to be satisfied

Never

They want to enter 

Your religion

And throw it all away

All those hard earned awards

And if one gets rewarded

They will just put their

Name down instead

Like Joey gets all of my stuff

Just because she was a street

Prostitute instead of a hippy

Or look at Sarah Pittz

She is still claiming

A child of six

Gave birth to her

And wont tell me

To my face

What she is doing

Even though the judge

Told her mother

She would go to prison

Instead I have to reminded

Of how many times

We regrouped

Over the years 

And then have that

Place taken away from us

As well

Until all there were

Were two dead great grandmother

Two frustrated grandfathers

With the wrong grandchildren

A divided house

Were dad was supposed 

To raise me so she 

Could have her boys

And take them to church

On sundays

And to school

On mondays

To ball games

On Saturdays

And no days left

For me and dad

Instead the bastard

Wanted to wine

About how he never

Got to go to church

He was not allowed

To know god

He knew god alright

Who is still waiting

For his people to do

Something instead

Of sit on their buts

And pay all those

Pretty girls

Hush money

To not tell about

Thier youth

Isnt that right

Norman? and Don?

My poor little brothers

Who were going to great

Athletes someday

And they managed to get

Through the coursework

In a foreign language

Were allowed to visit

Only as long as I did not 

Know about it

Pulling out those little ties

To put on their shirts

Which were either 

Too small or dragging

As the clothes

Were never the same

Somone was always 

Taking their clothes

And dumping them

In some charity

Jimmy had all my best

And some of the others

Which he gave to me

For my 16th birthday

After making everyone

Be mean to me

Unless I went to visit him

Being dropped off

At a familiar house

Only to find him

And then have him 

Yell at me as usual

Only to be forced

Out at some park

And dumping bags 

Of clothes I had not seen

In a long time

But had been worn

By all those unchristian

Girls in the halls

Who just don't get

Not to wear someone 

Elses clothes 

Satan knows them

Isn't that right

Alona and Anita?

No matter what they wear

As his disciples

There was a world once

Where people believed

In the truth

Which did not include

People claiming they 

Gave birth to someone's

Elses child

Or that a six year old boy

Had the right to say

He was the daddy

Just because he cant

Understand

Why his father

Was Captain Kangaroo

Instead of a war hero

All he wants is to

Destroy the world

And then sit there

With no subjects

As everyone will die

With his plan

Of paradise

Where or where

Are those little ties

For those little bros?

Someone else has them

And now they are all

Six feet tall 

While my parents

Are six feet under

666

Understand mother

It is going to take

That many years

In the millenium

To remember 

Where I buried you

In order for you

To be resurrected!

Making me the mother

At six of all the worlds

Spoiled celebrities kids

And don't think those ties

Are going to know

Where I put you

Since we are no longer

Allowed to communicate

I will just sit with my cat

While they enjoy themselves

And wait 

For that moment 

Of truth...