E-Bollusa Coffee Talk

Mother... Mother
Mother... Mother
Can you change my bandages, my back is scabbing over
Oh no! Not now! My fingers have fused together and the ball games tomorrow
Don't look! Don't touch! Talk to the boy whose skin is falling off
Thinking of what to say to a batch of mummified children
Needing more bandages than a whore has pap smears
I think I feel a little ill from the sight of these skinless creatures
Watching their own mothers hold back their tears
Excuse me mam... I seem to have puked all over your kid



Credits
Writer(s): Cryptic Splatter
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