Mother comfort

Mother comfort

Sir with your mother nearby tending
picking out nits and licking wounds
Spit at me sheltered noble
You claim it´s divinity to be spoilt

I chose my path fool
And stand as a father in a world of children
A clown with no mirror you are
Spit in my eye you face painted and costumed pseud

My wounds have healed now- so late now you may put away the salt
For here I am whole
A family unto the world
An enigma to the enemy you make yourself against me

Spit in my eye one more time
I love the mysteries of nature the strong sunlight dries saliva
Don´t let the assurances of a sheltered life
Convince you that the bedbugs won´t bite.