My Mama Is A Virgin

The news pryed calms my pride,
As I'm lessen to just a lesson,
My being now a maze better than the maize,
I was my family's male but soon I'll be send like a mail,
I'm just a son to the moll who needs to be mauled,

All hands are on deck now,
Hence no need to be at the top of my lungs,
And its evident my dad bought a lemon.

Grandma says it's just the same old story,
That no need to scream blue murder.

I'm a church mouse,
And now I'm at death's door,
Yeah for I'm a back passage for my dad,
Hence its like I'm in my autumn years.

I can't escape by the skin of my teeth,
For the elders are the cheek by jowl,
Maybe God will cheat death,
Yeah cheat death for my situation is a Chinese arithmetic.

And it's clear that my Mama is a Virgin,
Yeah a Virgin yet I'm her biological son.

By kechi kenyatta / expired giant

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