Simon Quperlier

Rookie - 21 Points (27/03/1994 / Mombasa Kenya)

Son Don't Compare Yourself With Them


Mom where did my daddy go to
Why does my best friend have a daddy
And why do we feed on plants everyday
Are we of the same species as the cows
At the back-yard
You only serve me with a cup
Of milk as a beverage
Why are their beverages bottled
His mom is healthy
You always complain of Kidney problem
Why mother?

Son is it a contract that you signed
A contract that you are obligated
Of a posh life
Look at my C-section scar
I was on the verge of embracing dimentia
Your father died as a strong but poor man
He was shot because he wanted
To save your innocent life
The only fortune he left were
The two cows that you see
Should we slaughter them
So you can have the beef
Remember my child
The milk is our only source of income
And about my deteriorating health
My dear you had a kidney transplant
And I had to give you one of my kidneys
So child always live your life
And accept your condition
And most importantly don't
Compare yourself with them.

Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013

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