When a tiny child looks up
he is really
his own father looking back in time---
A fool there was
and he makes his prayer
to his mother's ****
to which he is a witness
(Even as you and I!)
To a rag and a bone
and a hank of hair
A child never wants to see
its mother's ****
once it's gotten a good look at it---
(We called her the woman who did not care)
But the fool, he called her his lady fair
(Even as you and I.)
& spends its life searching
for one that looks just like it---
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
When a tiny child looks up
he is really
his own father looking back in time---
A fool there was
and he makes his prayer
to his mother's ****
to which he is a witness
(Even as you and I!)
To a rag and a bone
and a hank of hair
A child never wants to see
its mother's ****
once it's gotten a good look at it---
(We called her the woman who did not care)
But the fool, he called her his lady fair
(Even as you and I.)
& spends its life searching
for one that looks just like it---
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