YOU ARE RIGHT SON
WHEN YOU SAY WE HAVE NOTHING IN COMMON
WHEN I GREW YOU INSIDE ME
AND FED YOU AND NOURISHED YOU
THEN DESPITE THE PAIN OF MY
PELVIC FLOOR OPENING TO LET YOU OUT
I PUSHED YOU INTO THE WORLD
THAT WAS WHEN ALTHOUGH I NURTURED YOU
THE WORLD OWNED YOU
THIS MAN’S WORLD
AND WE NO LONGER HAD ANYTHING IN COMMON
The Optimistic Rhymer 