And, when God’s grace fell, it missed me
by a few feet
or a few inches.
What the hell does it matter?
Depressed?
Hell yes, I’m depressed.
And now, I’m even more depressed about my depression.
Paxel
Xanax
help keep the demons at bay
not that I’m dangerous
Hell no!
I wouldn’t even hurt a fly
unless
of course
it was wearing the face of my mother
There it is!
At last!
All roads lead not back to Rome
but back to my mother.
Oedipus Rex
I love her
I hate her
Freud points his all knowing finger directly at you!
Oh, I know you had good intentions.
Who would purposely fuck up a child?
Unless they were on crack or a cracked pot.
God in all his wisdom created the womb and
decreed that we would be forced to swim around inside for nine months,more or less
I was born because my future little Zygote was the most powerful swimmerout of several millions it was competing with
The Mark Spitz, if you will, of sperm - although I seriously doubt that it was wearing swimming trunks at the time.
It did find the egg first and won a gold medal in the process.
Womb!
(Sounds too much like tomb.)
Thanks mom for letting Dad pry your legs apart so that he could plant his seed although the entire process most likely took less than ten minutes, foreplay included. Smoking cigarettes afterward, I bet neither of you were aware that you had created a life on that hot steamy night, even though it was March and allegedly winter.
Beware the Ides of March
No, Cesar did not pay any attention to that warning either and you see how he ended up.
Et tu, Brute
even though that is not my name.
The bill for those ten minutes of pleasure will never be completely paid for until all three of us die; another one of God’s creations.
Perhaps he really does know what he is doing, even though at times, it is difficult to believe.
Faith will carry you through, to the bitter ending.