mom’s the word

mother, what would you say
if you read my blog today
would you scream out aloud
and gather a small crowd
would your hands, so used to clap
raise towards me in a slap
would you pull out your hair
especially as mine isn’t there
would you in horrified dismay
sit down before our god and pray
would you gasp and wonder
was it education or was it a blunder
would these scribbles of mine
bring to mouth all that you dined
would those diamond tears fall
at the sight of my cheap scrawls
would you, desperate, call out for dad
and would he similarly, feel as bad
would my rhymes not make you laugh
but choke and cut your voice in half
would you mourn what I’ve done
or say, that poet, he’s my son.

ram cobain