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.