Well arent you all lucky.
I dont live with my mum anymore, she buggered off, I dont even love her like a son should. It's her birthday tomorrow, should I go see her?
I tell you dudes now, while you may feel like you hate your mothers sometimes, cherish it because one day she will be gone.
Good poem and good way to vent anger, I have a punch bag in the shed and smelly weeds at my brothers house to calm down with.
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