Ok, been reflecting on history some these days. A poem from my hours of daydreaming in my books.
Mama’s boys
they’re dangerous, watch out.
My sister hooked up with one
and paid dearly.
He was ok but kinda sniveling
and it was always,
mama this and mama that.
Moist eyes always showing
he missed her madly
even though
she lived just down the road.
Mama’s boys.
They don’t love the world ‘cuz
they gave all their love to their mamas.
That’s the root of this problem
in a nutshell.
Mama’s boys ain’t got no more love
left over for the rest of life’s necessary sanities.
You might think I’m
generalizing too much but
I think I got this one correct,
right on the kisser.
Mama’s boys are dangerous.
Hitler had his Klara.
She could do no wrong.
Stalin had his Keke and
Mao would light up like
a smiling Buddha when talking
about his suffering mama.
Mama’s boys are dangerous
I tell ya.
So long as their mamas are alive
we’re safe but
should
that mama die
by any means,
the whole world will
pay for it.
Mama’s don’t let your babies
grow up to be mama’s boys.
Hit ‘em or mistreat them
just a little bit.
Let ‘em doubt and hate you
and when you mama pass
not give such a big shit.