Motherless Son

Now, too, my mother gone
What a can of monkeys

Photos never tell the truth
Or they do, much too much too much too much
I try not to think about myself

But there you are looking at me
You loved my mother
You missed your mother
I loved my mother
She told us, “your soul is zero”

Brainwashed by the nuns, we’d always say
I loved my nuns, she’d reply

How do you ruin your children?
Proverb: It’s difficult to be stupid
To move out of this maze
Easy to be smart, maybe,