You do not know the wind blows
Neither will I tell you.
Not secondary to spite, I just don't speak the
Language of mostpeople
With all the yesirreebobs and lookieheerwutigots
You might have said the Moon orbits the Earth
Or some other nonsensical gobblediegoop
I have tried to teach you
To speak,
But mostly listen.
How can you eat the meat when you can't digest the milk?
One day you will learn the
ABC's.
I will continue to hold the flash cards
And in desperation you will see that
I was never meant to be your
Mommy.
she is made of cigarettes and magic
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