If we aren’t your mother
don’t expect us to
wipe your asses!
~
I’m tired of your whining
you’re dripping in my face
I can’t afford to love you
you’re such a mental case.
~
If you think we’re a bitch
just remember we’re yours
and no prick can change that.
~
If I should die before we wake
I pray to God you drunken sod
The wet spot formed upon the sheets
Is under you, and like a lake.
~
And don’t get me started
on equal pay for doing
twice the job you do.
~
And if I live to be a hundred, and nine
I promise you little else than my mind
And should you learn to drop the seat
I’ll give you something soft to eat.
~
To be brutally honest dear
I’m really no different
I’m human,
no better,
nor worse
than you.
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