Mama, Mama



Mama, mama, sit down and have some tea for I have a confession to make. When I was young, I took the neighbors’ son to the woods to collect honeysuckle. At least until that day when I bashed his head and weighed his body down in the river with three large rocks.

Mama, mama, sit down and have some tea for I have a confession to make. When I was ten, I pushed Grandma down the stairs when she made me mad. Her fragile body shattered all over the floor in a million pieces. I then gathered her pieces and fed them to the chickens.

Mama, mama, sit down and have some tea for I have a confession to make. I was a prankster when I was twelve, so I removed every stop sign I could find across the interstate. By the time I was done, multiple car accidents left several people bedridden and in critical pain.

Mama, mama, sit down and have some tea for I have a confession to make. I saw that girl I fancied back in middle school, with long, blonde hair, brown eyes and all. I saw her at the store, and I followed her home. When she screamed, I split her in two.

Mama, mama, sit down and have some tea for I have a confession to make. Went to rob a grocery store with a friend and held the cashier at gunpoint. I made sure that his brains painted the walls when he tried to be funny. My partner abandoned me to the authorities, and I was thrown into jail.

Mama, mama, sit down and have some tea for I have a confession to make. I slit the guard’s throat with the shards of my lunch tray when he was giving me my food. I hid in the garbage chute and I killed the driver when he made a pitstop. I then traveled cross country to see you.

Mama, oh mama, why are you not listening? Why are you so pale and your eyes robbed of their lights?

Mama, oh mama, do I wonder if it had to do with the tea you’re drinking?