When ever Mother
hits the bull's eye
with a home truth
'like a big pizza pie'
...that's...
'Irrelevant...irrelevant! '
darling daughter cries
or rather screams
throwing temper tanturms
because she can be seen through
so easily.
The only thing
relevant
(it would seem)
are the lies
daughter tells herself
to convince
herself
she's right
(when she's wrong) .
All I can think is
'Poor old Mum! '
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