Dysfuntional Expansion

Daddy a dark-half-moon, chased women
And the aroma of success

Mama, an ancient mission
Believed in the sanctity of love
Sex with strings

Weaving in, weaving out, they produced
A coarsely grated misery

One iceberg morning
Daddy sprang bye for good
That's when Mama splintered
Into pieces
Repeating Sunday
Through Saturday

Me, the Sister-serving bowl, developed
A peculiar waiting game
Dishing out a firm style of neurosis

Jake, the brother, a chip of wood
Possessing dark looks
And stimulating quantities
Would have none of that

Armed with a fine rib-cage
And blue eyes
He expanded towards
Tendencies

Lacking a conscience
Cheating and dealing
In his mind
Was as honest
As politicians

Why should he accept unpleasant
When enjoying free rides
Presented concrete evidence
He was alive


In a mean time, Mama
Climbed into a holy roly box
Landing on her knees
Night and day

She prayed for
Our salvation