cut out

pass me the bottle mother
your darling young daughter is here
and I’ve got such a thirst
I could drink ’til I burst
so pass me the bottle my dear

sing me a lullaby mother
I find that I can’t get to sleep
so sing me a song
of how you did me wrong
and I can drift off as I weep

tell me my future mother
tell me who I’m going to be
the places I’ll go
and the people I’ll know
then tell me how I can break free

then call me a surgeon mother
ask her to bring a sharp knife
with a soupçon of skill
she can forgo the kill
and cut me right out of your life

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9 Comments

  1. Cut it out, Son!

    (Just kidding; I rate this up with your best)

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  2. damommza

     /  May 5, 2014

    Not only is this poem very good (and written from a woman’s point of view) I knew someone years ago that this described perfectly. She never got out though..eventually she just became her mother. Kudos on this..I think it’s excellent.

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    • Thank you πŸ˜€ The point of view is as it is because that’s how the first two lines came to me, and I saw no point changing it πŸ˜€

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      • damommza

         /  May 5, 2014

        The interesting thing is that this works perfectly in a women’s voice but not at all in a man’s voice..so your first instinct was the best. πŸ˜€

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  3. damommza

     /  May 5, 2014

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

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