Carelessly stricken with a heart so yonder;
Admiration holds our heads with ponder.
Nay we live our life so young,
Doubtedly alone in a time so wrong;
Immediately we search for our one true love.

Lies are spoken with each word,
Yet we disdain information so absurd;
Neither less do we pray upon the old
Nor is there someone less to hold.

Perhaps she is the only true queen;
And her blessed heart raised two teens,
Twice the idiocracy,
Twice the bare,
Opened her arms with loving despair.
Not only is she like no other; no, for she is our mother