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Mar 2016
His mum was ever so pleased
he took care to be born
at half past seven,
after her last shift
on Friday.
At the sweet factory

His mum was ever so pleased
that he refused her breast
and took to Auntie
and mum went to work
on Monday.
At the sweet factory

His mum was ever so pleased
when he walked to his school
the by-himself boy
and mum went to work
as usual.
At the sweet factory

His mum was ever so pleased
when he left her life
the now-married man
and mum went to work
to live her life.
At the sweet factory

His mum was ever so pleased
when he left this life
to talk to his god
and mum went to work
for now and for ever.
At the sweet factory
My poem of today is utterly depressing. a single factory-working mother with no life outside her job. She has a son but no love and never any joy
Written by
Daniel Pierre McClenaghan  M/second city usa
(M/second city usa)   
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   Lucinda Hikari
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