Hola Dementia!

You called me up and called me down.

Said you’d prefer it if I found

Another place to hang my hat.

With no discussion, that was that.

But only you were angry.

I hid a tiny smirk.

You wagged your finger.

Said you’re a ringer

For a jerk. You’re a jerk. A jerk!

I saw your lips move

But that did not prove

To me that you were speaking.

It wasn’t my mom freaking

Out about nothing.

Was not her thing

She loved and lived and raised five kids.

She loved a monster and monsters give

Two shits about nothing and she got lots

She suffered in silence and for it got

To forget her life

And the wonder she wrought.

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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