Gotta come up with a poem for my mom for mothers day

Gotta come up with a poem for my mom for mothers day.
I got nothing

Freud got it right,
Oh your buttocks, oh so tight
Because it is mother's day,
I will prove you dear Momma,

That your son is naught gay.

Mothers day is in march

Kek

You're an epic mom
Let's get it on

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I love you mommy
Didgeridoo

You left me unfinished
You left me unfinished
You left me unfinished
You left me unfinished
And now you'll die.

Oh my beloved, how I adore your long blond hair and beautiful face as much as I adore the pleading of my patients when they beg for their pathetic lives.
Oh my beloved, how I love your luscious red lips, which reminds me of the blood that drains from a hitchhiker’s artery after I slash their throat open.
Oh my beloved, how I’m obsessed with your perfect body and the smooth feel of it, not unlike that of newly polished child’s skull. But also its softness like that of intestines when I pull them out of a cheerleader’s corpse.
You are everything to me; I only go on living because of you. If you were ever to depart from this world, I would soon follow, in a bloody shoot out with the police after I sniped as many people as I could from a bell tower.
I love you my dear mother, my lover, my life.”
its edgy but its a reference if anyone knows were this is from, I will be very surprised

Try-hard garbage.

Yeah, I mostly posted it to see if anyone would know where it's from, but you're still probably right

this seems like a swans's song. i like it

No wine for nine months
And they speak of soldiers' sacrifice
As grand.
Sleep-deprived, two years straight -
Men mutilate 'selves, yet lack such commitment.
To reckless bets on life's purpose,
And to hope it deserves you.

I like this one. If my mom wasn't such a pleb I'd send it.

...

ohh mommy. your lipstick bright red, like the brains of that girl I bashed in last night.
when I kiss your cheek it tastes salty, like her tears as she pleaded for her life as I raised the crowbar high over my head.
your soft voice singing me to sleep.. not really like hers.. hers was more like choking on blood as I strangled her with my belt.
Happy mother's day!

Did- did you write two of these? Why?

...

Mother, you've always been such a dick.

That's okay.

I'm actually gay.

Unironically kill yourself.

>plebbit

MOM, MOM, SHE'S OUR MAN
IF SHE CAN'T DO IT, NO ONE CAN!

Ey mom
u da bomb
uh
check it

Checked

Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.

I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset,
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget."
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.

Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow,
But mama, you're just on my mind.

I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go.
I'm just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know,
Mama, you been on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind.

Mommy, dearest.
I like your sleeping face,
I love you angry best,
I've never imagined you in lace,
Gotta believe me I have no complex,
I know not why when you come by I flex,
I really have no interest in you like that,
It must be 'cause of how you've always treated me like a mat.

Hey Mama,
I wanna scream so loud for you,
Cuz I'm so proud of you
Let me tell you what I'm about to do,
Hey Mama
I know I act a fool but,
I promise you I'm goin back to school
I appreciate what you allowed for me
I just want you to be proud of me
Hey Mama


I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine
This little light of mine and I'm finna let it shine
I'm finna take yall back to them better times
I'm finna talk about my mama if yall don't mind
I was three years old, when you and I moved to the Chi
Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold
You fixed me up something that was good for my soul
Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl?
You work late nights just to keep on the lights
Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike
And you would give anything in this world
Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curl
And you never put no man over me
And I love you for that mommy cant you see?
Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes
Cuz a nigga cheatin, telling you lies, then I started to cry
As we knelt on the kitchen floor
I said mommy Imma love you till you don't hurt no more
And when I'm older, you aint gotta work no more
And Imma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford
See you're, unbreakable, unmistakable
Highly capable, lady that's makin' loot
A livin' legend too, just look at what heaven do
Send us an angel, and I thank you
Hey Mama

Fuckin' checked, son.

From the Bible to the popular song
There's one theme that we find right along
Of all ideals they hail as good
The most sublime is motherhood
There was a man though, who it seems
Once carried this ideal to extremes
He loved his mother and she loved him
And yet his story is rather grim

There once lived a man named Oedipus Rex
You may have heard about his odd complex
His name appears in Freud's Index 'cause he
Loved his mother!
His rivals used to say quite a bit that
As a monarch he was most unfit,
But still and all they had to admit that he
Loved his Mother!

Yes he loved his mother like no other
His daughter was his sister
and his son was his brother
One thing on which you can depend is
He sure knew who a boy's best friend is
When he found what he had done
He tore his eyes out one by one
A tragic end to a loyal son who
Loved his mother

So be sweet and kind to Mother,
Now and then have a chat
Buy her candy or some flowers,
Or a brand new hat
But, maybe you had better let it go at that
Or you may find yourself with a quite complex complex
And
You may end up like Oedipus
(I'd rather marry a duck-billed platypus)
Then end up like old Oedipus Rex!

Happy Mother's Day!
Thanks for being such a good mom
Despite the hardships for most of it, I must say
I enjoyed my childhood as an Uncle Tom
Could not have asked for a better chef's knife
Thanks to you
I appreciate everything you gave done for
My love to poo (in the toilet)

chek'd and kek'd

Bend over, whore.
It's your fucking day
and I'm about to score
so you can see I'm not gay.

Psych?