My Mother

MY MOTHER

My Mother
inextricable we are
for I was fawn
and filled with fallacy
ye was still inextricable

My Mother
inextrem is was thee
buh ye prevent me
from infanticide,
ye is electable

My Mother
when I was infectitious
ye used infuse
despite the indemnity
ye infringe

My Mother
ye was inert
and inept
buh ye still strive
to feed me

My Mother
when I was irk
and faze
ye was fawn
inextricable we are



My Mother
ye was luxurious
ye was magnificent
and I promise
to be a golden child

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