Mother

Mother, you’re a bitch.
You’ve grown up.
You’re not a Goddess to me anymore.
You have values of a certain taste,
And this time I am in labor,
To leave yours behind.

I have passed you,
As you have passed through me.
Our love entwined is like a parasite,
That sucks our blood with fetal lust.

You spank the air,
And I hear such a sound.
Gold, guilt and leather -ever bound
Though to this day I love you,
With recourse I must,
Your mouth will one day be
Forever underground.