Love

I've no preconceived notions because I had them aborted
Like when my X and I fought over the kids
(marriage is after all post coital repression)
Neither wanted them so sold them to a baby oil factory
(boy, were they impressed!)
Babies belong - in cages or soup cans
It was a mistake to divorce my wife
I should have killed her for the insurance money
You choose your toxins and you takes your cancers
Earth's certainly no constellation prize
Got mom insured but she won't die
Doesn't love me enough
Try to rent her sell her pimp her whore moans
Want a new leash on mom's life with an option to bye?
She's become awfully jumpy since I've taken to the shadows
I sew what I rip, have more torque than tread

Escape