make your mama happy
eat your favorite bread
make your mama proud
stay with her and dread
me don’t need your pity
morn yourself instead
sympathies abound
’cause mama holds your thread
you can cling to crowds
look to Hope for bail
karma makes her rounds
hide to no avail
i am free as air
threw your poison out
here, have one last stare
i’m laughing outloud
i have new ambition -
rediscovering me!
savor your last mission
for next time will not be…
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December 5, 2009