No person, no problem

I can’t believe that only one
Will do to turn my life to Hell.
I’m not in fault to be her son
For slow death penalty. I’d fell

The hulk of shit on our floor
To sink my fingers in her neck.
On mother’s side is always law
To make from every child a wreck.

Oh, why madhouses were to scare
To hold me back from pillow death
When she was crippled, needed care?
To yell there’s necessary breath

But I could bury in a bed,
Sit on the pillow through the shove
Until her short hands will be dead
And then by walking on the stuff

I could prevent a death pretense
(If breathing she would really wait),
Make on her pillow head a dance
And then I’d like to urinate

On her and everything that’s clean
And putting faeces in the mouth
I’d violate the corpse of kin.
But what for mother would be couth?

I think the best way’s to dismember
While she will rot and stink in tub.
Should I reduce my home to ember?
I will scare people if I dub

And throw in rivers stumps of mother.
But all the nature’ll be relieved
Not of the summer, sun but rather
’Cause there’ll be nobody who peeve.

Night before 05/25/2011