Oh hate, he’s been dwelling so long
Did I keep him unjustly behind
Like a butterfly in a jar
Or an over protected child.
Should he not have wrought his havoc by now?
To this date, he’s nothing to hide, my child
He listens to me; his mother, father and deliverer
He’s yet to add fear to her life.
To slide her cheek along a razor’s edge
Don’t believe there’s anything between nature and nurture
Today though, no one can fuck with our personal space
I lay Japanese spiked traps in mobile defense
Unroll razor wire in our wake
Make that all is taken on the chest
Pretend that inside hasn’t become a childish disturbance.
What today? Today I see the x-ray of my penetrated torso.
Freshly released hatred, words, sticks and stones
C’est un bordel quoi
Tu vois ce que tu m’as fait?
A mélange of unidirectional detest and bodily fluids.
She wanted to break communication at his conception
And now faces his desire to place precise and swift blows.
Perhaps he feels some maternal connection
Conceived in my mind? I am his father.
I never forgot his antecedent as I wandered the earth
This is the day, and my child has outgrown my hospitality
His response to her jibe like a water balloon to water
His rotten housing has reached its physical limits
Like artificial sweetener tests bowel walls
Or strong child his mother’s womb
And I, brought to my knees by the child I raised
So he’s going to leave me soon
Return to his mother
I see him sneaking up behind her
A finger outstretched toward her shoulder.
Oh hate; his touch has the gentlest nature
But it’s impact has universal consequence
She is left like a plastic football
Loose on a free-flowing motorway
I get nothing, but to see him fulfill his ephemerality
Happy now? Jealous Bitch, he’s my only son.
The machine my madness strove to invent
Tooled with sharp edges
Razors under his lapels
Out to destroy mutual exclusivity
For you Joy, here he comes
Ready to burst purple dye on bystanders
Inside has outgrown me.
Torn free like a loathsome moth
Then, did I not raise him to destroy you?
