The enduring tickle
for nutritional nipple
your whiskers chafe your mommy’s teat.
A collection of ticks with emotional baggage
your insecurities have me beat.
Can’t coddle you nor will I ever--
Are you still wearing that Pooh bear sweater?
Dig Mommy up if it makes you feel better
a man of 46 should really know better.
My God! My Lord! Cut the cord!
Pull the plug on this thing.
You frighten the women with ghosts of the past
See why your marriage really could not last??
Take down Mommy’s portrait
And hang up your wife’s picture--
Lose the footy pajamas--
Must I really lecture??
Your ways affect the world around you
by thinking we’re all against you.
It’s because of that skeleton in your closet
And I’m not referring to a secret
It’s the empty grave that concerns me
and your constant utterance of “woe is me.”
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