(Just me and my sister messing around before a psychiatrist appointment. She wrote the first stanza and I pretty much wrote everything else.)
I don’t care
if she lives or dies.
I just want her
hospitalized.
I don’t care
if a meteor hits where she’s stood.
I just want her
gone for good.
I don’t care
if you blow off her head.
I just want her
as good as dead.
I don’t care
if she chokes on her food.
I just want her
to forever be booed.
I don’t care
if she goes by knife.
I just want her
out of my life!
I don’t care
if she gets sick and pale.
I just want her
to go to jail.
I don’t care
if she falls down a well.
I just want her
to wind up in hell.
I don’t care
if she is my mom.
I just want her
to be hit by a bomb.
Not the nicest thing to say about your mom, but you gave a good laugh, well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jane & Jill: So sad: because it is so wonderful to have a great relationship with your Mom. There are a million happy thoughts to share, a million happy moments to live, a million happy memories to carry you through the hard times of life. But a relationship with your mom cuts both ways. Someday you'll know why, when you are a Mom. Adeline