Mother Please


You can’t swallow hard

With that lump in your

Throat,besides the pill

Is too big, gag reflex

Dry heaves,nothing

Will come up,that metallic

Taste in the back of your

Mouth,I call sucking pennies

There’s nothing like your

Mouth being so dry you

Can’t speak,or that Charlie

Horse pain that wakes you

In the middle of the nite

All for the sake,the meaning

Of your life,self expression

Shucking the clam,that

Good tasting flem,that

Lump in your throat

Is called mothers oats


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