Moms of Liberty, Moms of Death
A Poem of Extremity
Moms of Liberty, Moms of Death
Everything's a porno, everything's a mess
Someone turned me gay!
(I was turnt by TV)
Someone said "they"!
(I was frightened, so I prayed)
Now I'm losing all my swim meets
And I'm surgically obsessed
Your genitals are mine!
Are those breasts beneath that vest?
I'm looking at your pants
I'm listening to you pee
Wondering could you really be who you claim to be?
Are you bio? Are you real?
I'm concerned, can I cop a feel?
Everything is lost!
(Testosterone included)
Everyone is gone!
(Everyone's excluded)
Everyone's a groomer!
(We never need proof)
My child knows you exist!
(Take it back! Take it back!)
Her innocence now lost, up in smoke, poof...
Moms of Liberty, Moms of Death
Mommy hates you with her every breath
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Marc Peraino
Short fiction and poetry author in Honolulu, Hawaii.
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