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She’s a dead beat mom

a one woman pogrom
A tri-polar paradigm

a lunatika time bomb
When everything is alright

she makes everything wrong
Living only to spite

and spit napalm

she’s a dead beat mom

She’s a dead beat mom

she’s a dead beat mom
She’s a dead beat mom

a storm without a calm
VPA and Lithium

is what she should be on
An emotional vacuum

a good vibe tampon
She got her degree

in poisonous pedagogy
A course taught by her mom

Someone stop her before she destroys
The childhoods of my two boys
My sons mean everything to me
So I pray for some agency

to tell her that she’s wrong

But the Dead Beat Mom

isn’t able to hack it
She needs to be in

a Prada straight jacket
A padded rubber room

is where she belong
It’s a perfect place for

maybe add some mace for

The Dead Beat Mom

she’s my Vietnam
I got PTSD and an STD
Is everything ok?
NO EVERYTHING IS WRONG
Last week I saw her

humming this song
She’s a dead beat mom