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Happy Mother's Day
It's the music in the background, I swear
Put it on the turntable and watch it round
itself out of focus
I could lay it down the way I layed you down,
clean and neat, like unsexed sheets
A couple of paintings should do the trick
Two thousand words and a disillusional home
A bottomless pit of tongue and cheek
Suppose that in life, happiness is optional.
Then blame yourself for it.
Now hit the switch. Put your mask on and
your heavy, heartless shoes and get gone.
I don't want to see you Sunday. I don't want to
know you exist ever again.
It's a war of failure and disappointment
and that sounds familiar
It sounds like the constant grind of human struggle
But here its the ticktock of a time bomb that you
explode all over the wall
And I'm five minutes too late.
