Flea

Cold as an eel,

our mother's white eyes,

done with the killer

she drained both his fangs,

slurping the venom

she slapped out our snot,

bullets for breakfast

and get the hell out!

Harridan's darlings,

which one she let live,

no time for school-

steal a boat, catch a shark,

cut out the jaws,

soft fins for mum's heart,

see, you're the good 'un

that means you'll get beat,

but sister's the dumd' un,

she'll just get goat meat.

Years later, I saw her

bare hooves beneath coat,

blind, smacking the nurse

with her cane

as she croaked,

"Bring me my daughter,

the stupid one, quick!

I got somethin' on me,

I think it's a tick!"