Mamma - by Gregory B. Whaley - May 27, 2018

Mamma

Mamma, you were right
You were right all along
And because of you, my mother
I still share our love song

They still choose to abuse me
Refusing to let the past go
Not knowing the prayer
We were all raised on
You were correct in calling them, Satan's spawn

You kept us in church
Because you knew we would need it
His Holy Law
They mock, laugh, and they counterfeit
While I myself, still choose to recommit

It's the power of prayer
We are almost there
They do not seek, the One Almighty
Instead they look, to some Aphrodite
They don't even know the meaning of ninety
Like it's just some craze, written in my psyche...

They don't want me to write
To show my might
I refuse to live in scattered fright
I live in the white--
I choose the daylight--
It's such a shame, some still in hindsight
But I'm the playwright
While they choose the spite
Like they all just want, some silly gunfight
Some choose to backbite, betraying eyesight
At our campsite
They look for sporophyte..

It really is quite funny
They all just want, that precious money
Their noses brown and runny
Their souls dark and slummy
Maybe tonight, they'll play some Gin Rummy
While they rub their big and fattened tummies...

Their contrite little words
They cut into thirds
They smoke their green herbs
Still trying to get, those tiny passwords

But I was warned, by a certain "big brother"
He doesn't look, a thing like his mother
You'd think he'd finally learn
But his temper still churns and burns
He must have been raised on
"As The World Turns"
Shouldn't you have watched, a little George Burns?

Their horns are their norms
Their thorns are their forms
The devil's thunderous, and uniformed storms
The One True God, He always transforms
While you conform to their trite, simplified "norms..."

With your flat out lies
I don't sympathize
No I can't empathize
Just sit down, and finish those fries
Or shall I once more
Go on the reprise?

But now I digress
Your life was a mess
You even tried to strike me
With that same blue dress

Now lets get real--
Try to be like a seal
Jesus is, my Man of Steel
You're not my ideal
I'm about to reveal
I'm on the prayer wheel
He's about to unseal
With vigor and zeal
With a maelstrom of samiel
Don't let it congeal
Don't choose to appeal
Just swallow your pride
Quit looking for Hyde
And please be sure...
To enjoy the ride!