Grumpy

I don't know why I'm

Here

my words sound

Insincere

the doctor said

"handle with care, keep it

Straight

do not drop it off as wild

Bait."

I fed you, clothed you

cleaned up your faeces and urine

put on a smile and sucked in my

Rage

every time you kept on bitching about

how fucked up your life is.

Hush, little baby

I'm trying to get rid of

The firefilies in your

Intestines

So that you don't

Cry anymore.

Yes, I know you're in pain

Hell, I gave birth to you

Thou grotesque, hunched

Abomination named

Diane.

"Mommy, open the door!"

"Misa, go to your room.

I'll be there soon"

I utter to my grand child.

my daughter attempted suicide 

on Christmas because

she got pregnant with

her brother's children

all day long, she just drinks beer

and eats Doritos

lying on the couch in her own filth

fleas hovering, bothering not to even

Shower or pay the bills.

Misa hasn't had a decent meal in two months

took her out to Burger King last night

and sipping my drink

I decided to become the

Rock of Gibraltar.

tonight, I slipped Rohypnol

in Diane's bottle

and took the cleaver from the

Kitchen.

now, she lies in a spread

Eagle

each limb tied to the bed.

I severe her head with thirteen

Strikes

rip her stomach open and fish out

those cursed foetuses of Satan

and holding onto the placenta

I bang them on the wall

until they become gooey paste.

When I open the door

I realise

God really doesn't

Exist.