Flowers from the graveyard for my sister-in-law, my mother and my wife,
last but not least, I know to save the best for last, though I may be stupid,
only a little bit, I have seen much, much worse, at least I can invent
windows, the Internet, better than that old hack, Al Gore, he's no Einstein,
even I know nothing except to bring flowers for wives on Mother's Day,
rest assured, I stole them once the cemetery closed the gates with a lock,
still, I broke the seventh commandment, not so bad, there are six before it,
forty percent is bad, but not really so bad, not like inventing God,
really, a bad person steals within the system like in a pyramid,
only I steal one day out of the year to make my family happy,
maybe I am stupid, with bad mathematics and heathen politics,
thanks to the bloody pope, the one everyone loves, I'm sick of these bastards,
heaven knows they cheated their way straight to the top, who else gets to be pope,
even rhetorical questions need an answer, of course, I am stupid,
given the fact my wife will leave me in five years through a wretched divorce,
remember, I was born in a foreign country, people here understand
a foreigner isn't like us, we who belong, we who are citizens,
venom of rattlesnakes, they hate, but never say how much they despise us,
ever since we arrived, I stood out as a child, surely I was different,
yes, my intelligence forced me to wear a mask, to hide as if stupid,
as if I didn't know how mean-spirited friends at school are to smart kids,
remember, I'm stupid, divorced, thus a loser, and an admitted thief,
despite this, a good heart overrides evil deeds like stealing from the dead.
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