Scrambled Eggs
The brains are all yellow and red, they remind me of
the scrambled eggs and tomato I used to have as a
child, that Mum used to make me for breakfast, when I
was sick. She used to serve them hot on toast.
She used to get me all comfortable in bed, she used
to make the pillows just right, and feed them to me.
Oh how I used to love being sick with Mum looking
after me, and spoiling me!
And now I'm really sick! Yes, I'm sick alright, but not
like I was when I was a child. I'm going to gobble up
the brains and then start on the bloody mess on the
bed of dismembered limbs!
Yes I'm sick, Mum used to always tell me, " Don't
go out in the rain! Don't play football in the wet!
You'll get sick! " Yes Mum! Yes Mum! Three bags full
Mum! God's a fag Mum!
Now I'm really sick, but Mum's never going to cook
me scrambled eggs and tomoto again is she! Cause
I'm a big boy now! And her cold brains are going to
have to do!
Submitted: July 25, 2018
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