Mama Is Gay

She lacks morals maybe that's why she's a lax,
And vices are all that defines her
Yester night she lain my brother on the lane,
She broke his lumbar as he laid him on the lumber,
And now the son has a loose outlet.

The dad can't get down the road,
And this drives him up the wall
All this are a result of his wife,
My mama raped papa rendering him dead loss,
And now he's a dead meat.

I once heard facts are stubborn things,
And the need only one to fess up to know them
And it's true that a a man can die but only once,
My mama is a now a killer,
And papa just a dreamer.

I now wish for the angel that I know not,
For the devil I know drives me crazy
She has offered carpal instead of carpel
And all we got are diseases
Our butts sing Carol
And thus the need of a carrel,
For with the condition we got no future
And I hate mama for being gay.

By kechi kenyatta / expired giant

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