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Just a plain and simple emotional writing from a mum...

Submitted: December 06, 2011

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Submitted: December 06, 2011



I am, again, sitting on a post

A post, it hurts, the post with the most

Damn it flaming hell, those pigs of words

They make no sense and make me hurl

Even the word hurl makes me vomit

Too many kids, not cool, stupid gromits

The anger is red and orange and there

The people around me too cotton wool to bare

Makes no sense, twiddle dee dee,

People, damn people, get back in the trees

For this is when you were basic and now

Now is the key on the ground, on the ground

Get down, get down and listen to me

Listen to her and he and her and he

There’s no way it should be the here and the now

Don’t make no sense, my head says bow wow

Get a dog or a kid or a job or whatever

Why are we, or ever?

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