The “Victim” Ballet

It has been days since I used my legs
Minutes since I pulled them from the dregs
Gone’s the rot of the “stew”
Thanks to the yummy two
Who went down like a plate of fried eggs

The sky’s clear and sunny and azure
Thus I must go home from my detour
To wash my face and hair
And all sense of despair
So that, to people, I look demure

And to one person especially
The one who I must approach sweetly
Dear mother in her bed
Of lies that made me dead
Who I’ve no choice but to dine fleshly

I look now like Mommy’s Little Girl
Down to the dress that I give a twirl
I head now to her house
As I button my blouse
To see if her bones shine like a pearl

She didn’t lie
She was unwell
She’s stiff and stinks
Days, seemingly
…since she sent me
To help her out
And now she’s dead
And now she’s dead
And now she’s dead

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