by Austin Janeway

Created on: June 29, 2008

Mother

People to look up to, people to care
I love you mother you're always there.
In good times and bad, through thick and through thin
My idol you have always been.

but you have a problem, one hard to fix
Yesterday, today and tomorrow you often mix.
Not your fault, none what so ever
we should not talk about your alcoholism, never.

you scream and shout at the top of a lung
and by the end of the day you smell like cow dung
You threaten me with cops and the law
Your speeches are nothing but a bore

Struggle, conflict, violence you make
All made in the loving cake you bake.
but in the end, although you give m struggle
I wanna give you a big huggle.

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