My Mom

My mom was always around
She made everything perfect and pure
My mom was holding our ground
And keeping us sound and secure

See, mom
I understand
The world is a dark, twisted place
Me, mom?
I agree, mom
But you were its one saving grace

I swear she was superhuman
She was the best kind of mom you could get
They don’t give out two per human
Did I feel lucky?
You bet

My mom was beautiful too
She deserved someone worthy and wise
My dad was no dream come true
But no one saw through his disguise

So, mom
You could havе left
But that isn’t something you’d do
No, mom
See below, mom;
You knеw we depended on you

So let them all tell us it’s weak
Let them all call it pathetic
Let them all scream
Cause the feminists seem
To despise the American Dream

It’s amusing they’re
Losing their senses
Over games that they won’t even try
And they might picket
White picket fences
Or they might try to ban apple pie

But a good person stays for the sake of her family
A good person stays for the sake of her son
And a good person stays because only a coward would leave

A good person doesn’t go into the pantry
To look for the box where your dad keeps the gun
And sit on the living room floor in broad daylight
While pressing the barrel against her left temple
And -

My mom is - was -
Was...
Was

My mom was oftentimes sad
Never asked her what that was about
She’d say I looked like my dad
Is that why she had to get out?

Say, mom
Where did you go?
I need you to be here somehow
Stay, mom
One more day, mom
Life was so simple when I was your son
Hey, mom
Who am I now?