Mistaken a kid for salvation

Mistaken a kid for salvation

Your often wretched personality

leads little for the imagination

You’ve a face that fucks up gravity

surely more cannot help your situation

Yet here comes another

a forth, a fifth, a sixth!

you tell yourself you’re a great mother

leaving everybody else rather miffed

Now what can these kids go onto achieve?

We’ve all gotta work someplace

They’re always hiring at Maccy d’s

they’ll love your kids dower face

Could it all be sugar-coating, with the likes of you?

Listening to the radio, feeling nonchalant

What do your thoughts turn too?

What is it that you want?

Never a real conversation

Never a toe can you put wrong

At night you can’t escape the suffocation,

you know you don’t belong

To recall the school yard bully

or kids that devoured glue

It’s your self-inflicted sully

these children remind me of you

And when the cheque clears

or the direct debit fills you with glee

The only worry is pap smears

then how to spend all of your money

Yet your exultation is perennially short

no family, no true friends

All your lovers reach an abrupt abort

your heart is always on the mend

You’re one step away from a breakdown

Your children’s faces do not sound correct

It’s not another world’s cosmic takedown

what on this real earth did you expect?

Although most would be glad to snipe

and take away your net of safety

There is a way to overcome the gripe

and live far more swimmingly

To contemplate what your life could have been

is most often a most pointless endeavour

But to start before it’s all been seen

can often lead to a bliss-filled forever