Mother's Don't always know best

Through out history,

Hey Old Woman

Hey old woman, there’s a cat stuck in your attic
Won’t you set it free?
Do his cries bother you?
The way they bother me.

Old woman, there’s a naked child at your knee
Won’t you cloth him, cloth him please.
Do his cries bother you?
The way they bother me.

What the fuck old women
Don’t you have a heart.
Why the hell would you have a child
When you don’t have a heart?

Old woman can’t you hear the cries,
Old woman I shouldn’t have to ask why?
Hey old woman, there’s a cat stuck in your attic
Won’t you set it free?
Do his cries bother you
The way they bother me?

Hey old woman can you see in me,
Old women do you think you’re free.
All the hurt and pain you pretend not to see,
The loneliness and grief you forced on me.
Not even a pair of shoes for a child at your knee.
And all the miles I had to walked just to be set free.


written by © Tarl Michael Jespersen