See them,
Over there,
Four legs cling.
A phallus in mother’s weakness,
And the dulcet tones of mother mocks my plea.
See, behold them,
Over there,
Father has gone crazy,
His weak, undulating noise…
He has broken my heart.
But mother, will you make another baby to steal my succulent breast?
But mother,
Yours is this my saturnine gaze.
What do you think?