
Mom, I am a mess Part 1
When I was eighteen I went to mom to confess Mom, I’m a mess All I do is think of men Dream of two or three at a time From Sunup till forever Staying on my knees never getting up I’m going to amputate my feet Donate them to an amputee Not one to be wasteful Hope this doesn’t make you sick mom Called his … Continue reading Mom, I am a mess Part 1