|Psycho mom

|Psycho mom

A Poem by Pól

teardrops and tantrums
quickly ignored
glitch and glamour
dressed like a hoar
the crumbling stones of a ruined temple.

 

preening and pruning, struting her stuff

plastic tiara

reflecting paucity of love

and childhood ripped

from its tender shoots.

 

triumphs ending

becoming a teen, "ungrateful s**t"

the last drop squeezed

Screw her, F**k her, Kill her

and push out another

the cycle resumes.


© Paul O' Neill 2012

© 2013 Pól


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is this about those pagaentcompetitions?

Posted 11 Years Ago


Pól

11 Years Ago

see below, L
Oh wow. That's......pleasant. Those poor kids. :'( How could a mother do that? Treat a child like a plaything that get's old after 14 years? Mothers are supposed to love thier children more than anything. And plus, the child's only following it's mother footsteps, what the mom had planned out for her. She doomed the baby efore it hit two years. Well....It is called psycho mom. Strangly reminds me of Toddlers in Tiaras.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Pól

12 Years Ago

Yeah- thats what inspired it & the murder on one of these little girls
Daliah Valley

12 Years Ago

Oh. That tidbit of info makes me awful sad now. Excuse me while I hide from the world and mourn the .. read more

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