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We had three cats and they tore up all the furniture,
the corners of the couch, the fancy drapes on the windows,
my father hated them, constantly fuming and snapping,
but my mother, mother feline, was always purring,
only wanting us all to be happy.
She always told me, "Be happy, why aren't you happy?"
and she was correct, it's better to seem happy if possible
but my father attacked her endlessly, day after day,
blacked out drunk in metallic tank of a body, because he couldn't defeat
that which was attacking him from within.
My mother, poor feline, poor soul, poor victim,
wanting us all to be happy, mental defeat five or six times per week,
her only purpose in breathing to give myself meaning,
and telling me to be happy: "My Son, smile!,
why don't you smile anymore?"
I wanted to but didn't know how,
she forcefully showed me, hastily shutting the door,
and it was the saddest fucking smile I had ever seen,
a tragic lie, like everything, like death, like hope,
and nothing else.
One day one of our cats died, liver failure they say,
and when my father got home he threw carcass outside,
digging grave with a mad sense of obligation,
we stood horrified as we watched, I looked up to my mother,
and watched, now educated, and now expecting,
the saddest smile I've ever seen.
the corners of the couch, the fancy drapes on the windows,
my father hated them, constantly fuming and snapping,
but my mother, mother feline, was always purring,
only wanting us all to be happy.
She always told me, "Be happy, why aren't you happy?"
and she was correct, it's better to seem happy if possible
but my father attacked her endlessly, day after day,
blacked out drunk in metallic tank of a body, because he couldn't defeat
that which was attacking him from within.
My mother, poor feline, poor soul, poor victim,
wanting us all to be happy, mental defeat five or six times per week,
her only purpose in breathing to give myself meaning,
and telling me to be happy: "My Son, smile!,
why don't you smile anymore?"
I wanted to but didn't know how,
she forcefully showed me, hastily shutting the door,
and it was the saddest fucking smile I had ever seen,
a tragic lie, like everything, like death, like hope,
and nothing else.
One day one of our cats died, liver failure they say,
and when my father got home he threw carcass outside,
digging grave with a mad sense of obligation,
we stood horrified as we watched, I looked up to my mother,
and watched, now educated, and now expecting,
the saddest smile I've ever seen.