A Mute Black Daughter And Her Incestuous Ginger Brother

Maully was a bitch of a bitch.

Barged in as a kid.

Made chosen seem as if

It WAS her.

It became her.

And chosen then she soon became.

Like chosen was the name of the game.

The chosen one..

Chosen soon become.

The one where chosen run

The game that everyone calls life.

The game where everyone does strife.

The game where worries last all life.

The wise ones close one eye and see

There’s a bigger thy.

One that ye pray to.

One formed of solid glue.

The glue that we all knew

Connects humanity.

One eye for all to see

The other’s closed.

And those opposed

Are ginger haters.

And big debaters.

They’ll argue anything.

Logic is not their thing.

Confirmation bias?

They know the truth, just try us!

They know, my wonderful Bolt.

They know, my sweet, sweet Maully,

My two almost human dawgs,

You’re just one life away,

You know that any day,

We’re doing bugs next.