Dear mom,
God has given a brain
not to make you stain
ya ya the same brain
you always complain
I ain't worth the pain,
you endure
I ain't capable of any work
I ain't worth a penny
I simply sit in the home,
to the corner of the roof
writing poems reading books
o'poor mummy,
just see me like a dummy
I ain't visible to you
I ain't talking to you
I ain't listening to you
o'poor mummy,
just see me like a dummy
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