Did you happen to see me grieve?
Fret not for it was just my greed
That spills across our orange couch
As I eat the bamboo air that
Penetrates my lungs,
With no more space to spare.
The greed asking you to care
Tapping along my spine
For all I wanted was to share.
But mother mother, you had to pour another.
Ginger shot pushing close to a ponder
Yet as always remains a wonder
Which makes me wonder why you even bother?
Wipe your mouth and in truth say,
Do you even love me mother?