Our mother was known as the man in the moon
She went down in flames one night when the sun rose too soon
She was always overly dramatic with her antics and hysterics
We watched her drink the Indian Ocean and left her to the paramedics
Now we’re waiting for you to get into position and reproduce our popular opinions
Carve up onions, potatoes and meats and leave what’s left for the beggars to eat
And leave what’s right for the beggars to fight over
Quick, someone’s coming, kiss me like a lover and leave me too in this alley by the dumpster
Rise up, rise up, take your place in the stars
Rise up, new mother, dear mother of ours

June 2010 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on June 28, 2010.

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