Dear Mother,
I left you in pain among soiled sheets and illusions of glory
One moment of passion has let me be
But you carry my festering seed
For ever to bleed
Your steps and prints haunt my curtains
Like your lips betray your hips
I bleed within but woman bleeds without
On full display she wears red
And misguided she is but knows not
'cept not to tend her hair
But stroke her pussy whilst I beat my dog.