Motherless

Standard

I didn’t mean to say
Your name a blip
Upon my lip
Oh mother mine
I have Tourettes
You know I go and
Trip in slipping
Seepage of a need of you
In speaking such a
Manner of a hic-up
Accidentally
Never meant at all
To call your name
Again
Oh mother me
Oh my I sigh
I do not mean to say
Your name
You know
I have Tourettes
The blame can never
Be a game of mine

© K Barr

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