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silentviolin 
12:42am, August 12, 2008
Written early morning 7/14/08.
Mother Dear
Get off of me!
You're not my child --
Go play in the street!
But you told me all your secrets...
Let me do your nails!
Ugh! Your eyebrows need plucking --
Puh-leeze let me fix your hair!
But you still told me, "get off of me"...
A lesson for the condom mouth trick?!
You better not turn dike on me --
Chef is the best kisser ever!
But I wish you never told me anything.
The Child
Which four-year-old waited up past midnight?
To share a snack of McCookies --
You taught me to read, yet upheld "children should be seen and not heard!"
Oh! How your eyes gleamed with venom...
when your exiled teen not only survived,
but topped your salary.
