I'm a pain in my mother's pocket
Not in her neck
(She got paid well for that)
Or ***

And I'm not the one who's being a *****.
Couldn't be any worse than childbirth
A born again
Nobel son
Wishing her all of the best
With a not false sense of confidence
Somewhat relentless
But the utmost care and respect.

After all a mother is a boy's best friend.

And she doesn't always believe
But I know deep down
She has faith in me
To do what's right
For myself
And the world
Left in my hands
And her and my family
And tries to understand
But will never accept
I know what's best.

God tests us sometimes
Wish her father
My papa
Was here
To make short work of this
But she still has her mother
My Nana
Who I'd never ask of again
But she can in my place.

A safe space.
Thanksgiving
Christmas
Easter Sunday
Maybe every other birthday.

Don't know what to say
To make the family believe
I've got a few tricks up my sleeves
And do all of this for them
In the end of the world.

In the business of saving souls
And it's busy
Not profitable
Often need financial support
And donors.
Sponsors.
But I got an agreement with Trump
Even If not my chosen candidate
As I did with Barack
Sorry Kamala
Never had a chance to come to the bargaining table.

Never believed in Biden.

Supported Hillary
And the nasty women
But a felon for breaking glass
Not allowed to vote
Not that it matters
It's rigged.

But in real life I am very big
And you ain't seen nothing yet.
I know it gets stressful
But let's not forget to have a good time with it
And keep our sarcastic
Sardonic
Ironic
Senses of humor.

Right mother?

A poem for you
Right now
Though they fail to impress
And you never look into them.

Just doing what must be done
Little choice in the matter.
Always and never sorry mother
You made me the man
And animal I have become.