Published first by Fleas on The Dog
Scarlet, mortified was I, all my nerves, frizzled ‘n fried, toddler Paul, my joy and pride, punched sweet Mia in the eye, she jumped up ’n scratched his arm, other kids began to swarm, swarm and swarm as buzzed as bees, warm so warm between my knees, nervous me, the one who pees, the other mums tsk tsk in glee, Paul’s Stride-rite shoes clump down the street, before I miss another beat, I buckle baby into pram, catch the thug and carry him, oh my face is hot with shame, he’s all but ruined the family name, my armpits stained, my hair’s askew, when I get home first thing I do, is shove some beers into cold ice, boil veggies, bottles, jasmine rice, and once they’re all cleaned up ‘n fed, I tuck those boyos into bed, rest assured they’re deep in slumber, the beer is cold, chips large in number, I start my partying for one, this is good, yeah, this is fun, didn’t think it could be done, after two or three or four, I’m stumbling across the kitchen floor, crawl through the bedroom door, where in my dreams, I’m at the beach, tots paddling within arm’s reach, now swimming with child one ‘n two, this is nice, this I can do, when suddenly I see a fin, Jesus Christ! I’m rushing in, it’s one for all ‘n all for me, I leave them struggling in the sea, although that shark was close at hand, I left my babes unmanned and damned. Abandoned them, their lives at stake. Guess Mama really needs a break.
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