From: Megabite@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: placenta grievance
Date: Thu Aug 25 13:50:16 1994
revised, a bit:

The placenta grievance
the tortured soul in endless purgatory . Gates of hell open to reveal 
a familar sight
open wide, pass through and smell the wiff of sulphur...
tight, round, and to the point
very nice, 
on a sunday afternoon
it's only your mother
only the driven woman
The bitch from hell, to put it lightly
pyromaniac on a distant pyre
I remember the day when she gave me life
when she tore me down, when she lept
gracefully out of the
wedding cake
and deigned to dance with me
and sat upon the tree limb and broke down in tears
tears of self pity
made hard by the fact 
I tried and failed
I am a failure
To protest in dismay and start the roaring fire 
the crow speaks in a different tongue
on the day of judgement

dylan....