My New Mom

by flammeusgladius

My New Mom

 

Some guy who’s likely just about my age
has volunteered online to be my mother.
I miss my mom — but, really, at this stage
in life, I am not looking for another.
I do not even want to say, “Oh, brother,”
to such a self-promoting volunteer.
His aspirations I’d prefer to smother–
and him I’d like to drown in skunky beer.
There: from the heart I speak, quite as sincere
as any prophet drunk on the divine.
My faults go uncorrected — but it’s clear
my wrath is like a rich and well-mixed wine.
A thousand serpents at my center hiss.
You bastard: leave my mother out of this!

 

 

–Tom Riley