Home life

"Sometimes I wish my mom was a spitter,
But nope I was raised by a bullshitter.
Who was a real ass splitter,
A real heavy hitter
She was always so bitter,
My ass whoopings actually fit her.
One day I even bit her,
That caused her to blow her shitter,
Kicking me out of the litter.
Now this post is no laughing matter.
It would make most scatter.
She hit her menstual splatter.
No time for chatter
Now I am the ghost in the family,
Never approached,
Always prevoked.
Never stoked
Always poked.
Now I put on my coat,
And go somewhere remote.
To write my quote..
My words will always keep me afloat"

©Rudi Jensen