Skulls and Chrysanthemums - an Original Poetry Collection

Fuck You Mum - Part Two

Hi, again, Mum, you've popped back up then
Let me take some more time to pick up my good pen
I hear you've been giving hell to my baby sister
What, sad we aren't still caught in your twister?
Twisted truths, twisted lies, twisted memories
The things you do could make documentaries
A curfew on an adult, you didn't care in years past
So now we're grown? Now you can be arsed

Of course, with you, it's all about the money
So hilarious! Ain't it so funny?
How you said you would never take from us
Which is all you do, now let's discuss
The very first lie I have on my list
Go on, you're meant to feel dissed
Tell me again how you were such a good mother
Windows always open so you could smother

The smell of nappies down the back of the bed
Baked beans for a baby, the report said
Tried to move me in with some Tim, Josh or Sid
Someone already known for hitting his kid
Social took me too you, what'd you expect
You are not a good mum with a past so checked
Then there was the Welsh one you claimed was abusive
But you let me around him, your lies are conducive

You have all the hallmarks of a narcissist
Now my words blaze, I'll be your arsonist
Bringing out your lies and setting them on fire
Then I'll dance without care around the funeral pyre
This is a part two but I'm not yet done
My brain's burning hotter than the sun
Speaking of sons, your golden boy is a pedo
But we don't talk about it, don't bruise your ego

And you're always saying "we're an honest household"
Let me a drop a truth bomb, I'll be so bold
Ask my sister next time things get clubby
Who's giving her drugs? Babes...it's your hubby
You want Turkey teeth but haven't been outside in years
You want cleaner dentures? Cut back on the beers
Twenty Holstein a night - really, that's healthy!
Plus I know for a fact you're only wealthy

Cause either my sister gets them or you have a fit
You act like a child, you spoiled twit
So I'll finish this part, put my rage on simmer
But there'll be a roast soon, don't eat dinner
Or actually, do eat, I hope you choke
At least it'll stop you from blowing your smoke
Why can only dogs have behavioural euthanasia?
Cause your behaviour is making us crazier