We Promise Our Silence
You wanted to be there
During Code-Blue,
Why didn't you come in
During the enema too?
You wanted to be at bedside
When the doctor came around,
But when your Momma went bonkers
You were nowhere to be found.
You threatened to call your attorney
Because your Momma just died,
But we think you poisoned her
With a little cyanide;
So, take our advice
Leave quickly, without violence,
Then we won't call the police
And we promise our silence.
Fibril_late,
6/19/08
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