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T O P I C R E V I E WdafremenPiece Of WorkR. DafremenRemember Ma?The binoculars you gave meTo keep watch outsideWhile you lifted from the store?What a piece of work you were and areRemember ma?Waving to you through the windowOf the Greyhound with a strangerCuz you had to slam some moreAnd go to prison I supposeSo with my sister and my brotherI spent three days on the roadWith your pathetic momWhat a piece of work she wasRemember ma?Bet you didn't knowBet you never heardBet they never told youAbout the sacrifices they madeTo care for us, provide for usWhat a piece of work it wasCan you remember Ma?Me only four with a big bedroomOut in the front yardAnd our very own bunkbedTo keep off the rainA brother for a blanketSister for a pillowWhat a piece of work it wasTry to remember Ma.Early November MaWhen they let the dog insideThen mid-November MaAnd we would go in tooWatch the Seagram's bottles flyDid you know that they flew?Like teeth they flew MaJust like teeth and screaming fistsSuch an impressive piece of work it wasStarting in November MaWish you could remember MaHow little eskimos kept warm in winterLetting impotent alcoholicsRub them the wrong wayDid you know they rubbed Ma?Yea, they screw little girls tooThose big silly eskimos doI should know, you know"Uncle" Charlie told me soAnd he was always rightCuz it hurt when he wasn'tSuch a piece of work he wasRemember Ma?Eating was wrong, he told me that tooGuess cuz he had nothing better to doDonut Fridays had their own way of fillingUncle Charlie came backWith a sack on his backAnd the tasties came outWhat a PIECE of WORK it wasShoulda been there MaOnly on Fridays cuz they're for eatingOlives are for MartinisSaturdays through Thursdays for being hungryAnd Mondays through Sundays for being beatenBut I felt real lucky MaCuz Uncle Charlie told me soWith a switch and a fistHe had a way with wordsWith a rope around our necksHe sure could make a pointYea, what a piece of work he wasWish you could remember MaHow your mother sat and laughedI think that Betty was her nameWouldn't know, she never talked to meJust Charlie and the bottleAnd occasionally the dogWouldn't know just what her name wasJust remember how good she wasWith lampcords and battery acidDid you know she was so skilled?What a piece of work she really wasRemember ma? Remember?We deserved it, so I guess it's goodCuz Charlie told us soHe told us that we got the wormsFrom eating too much foodHe told us that we never didA damned thing any goodNot like his foot could doNo ma'am, it got us goodWhat a piece of work it wasShoulda seen it maBig enough to knock three teeth outWith a single blowAnd I should knowTooth fairy brought me an infectionAnd they took me to heaven I thinkDid you know they have doctors there?In heaven that is, yes they doI saw them and the angels were so lovelyThey brought me lots of foodWhat a PIECE of work it wasShoulda been there Ma!Only got to stay there for a fewKept on falling asleep when I couldTo die so I could stayBut Charlie always woke me upSaid I was lazy anywayHe was right you knowHe was always rightThe welts told us he wasAnd the tricks he could doWith a belt and a broomMade my sister's eye blueAnd my brother's lip tooWhat a piece of work it wasAnd we owe it all to youShoulda been there maYou coulda sang Happy Birthday with meWhile Uncle Charlie ate my cakeLet us lick frosting off the platesAnd it was chocolate, my favoriteThe best I ever hadThe best I ever couldOr Uncle Charlie would get madAnd then it would have been my faultAnd that would not have done at allUncle Charlie told me soAnd he was right, always so rightTo curl his fist up in a ballAnd teach me something(That I never ever learned)Til I was bleeding from my noseAnd I guess that taught me tooTaught me that Charlie was always rightOr I'd regret it I supposeWhat a piece of work the whole thing wasLike I said, we owe it all to youRemember Ma, remember?Well thank you, I remember too. dafremenI read this the other night.Three people in the front row had tears in their eyes. It was a strangely welcome sight.DafTINKJust wanted to let you know that I read this daf. I'm speechless, but I read it.much lovetinkThe passengerPoignant...this impresses me.------------------Danalovely libraOh Daf,Beauty again through pain. My past was abusive and this made me cry. thank you ------------------~Renee~indecision may or may not be my problemjuniperbThere are no words Daf ------------------If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans. ~James Herriot
Remember Ma?The binoculars you gave meTo keep watch outsideWhile you lifted from the store?What a piece of work you were and areRemember ma?Waving to you through the windowOf the Greyhound with a strangerCuz you had to slam some moreAnd go to prison I supposeSo with my sister and my brotherI spent three days on the roadWith your pathetic momWhat a piece of work she wasRemember ma?Bet you didn't knowBet you never heardBet they never told youAbout the sacrifices they madeTo care for us, provide for usWhat a piece of work it wasCan you remember Ma?Me only four with a big bedroomOut in the front yardAnd our very own bunkbedTo keep off the rainA brother for a blanketSister for a pillowWhat a piece of work it wasTry to remember Ma.Early November MaWhen they let the dog insideThen mid-November MaAnd we would go in tooWatch the Seagram's bottles flyDid you know that they flew?Like teeth they flew MaJust like teeth and screaming fistsSuch an impressive piece of work it wasStarting in November MaWish you could remember MaHow little eskimos kept warm in winterLetting impotent alcoholicsRub them the wrong wayDid you know they rubbed Ma?Yea, they screw little girls tooThose big silly eskimos doI should know, you know"Uncle" Charlie told me soAnd he was always rightCuz it hurt when he wasn'tSuch a piece of work he wasRemember Ma?Eating was wrong, he told me that tooGuess cuz he had nothing better to doDonut Fridays had their own way of fillingUncle Charlie came backWith a sack on his backAnd the tasties came outWhat a PIECE of WORK it wasShoulda been there MaOnly on Fridays cuz they're for eatingOlives are for MartinisSaturdays through Thursdays for being hungryAnd Mondays through Sundays for being beatenBut I felt real lucky MaCuz Uncle Charlie told me soWith a switch and a fistHe had a way with wordsWith a rope around our necksHe sure could make a pointYea, what a piece of work he wasWish you could remember MaHow your mother sat and laughedI think that Betty was her nameWouldn't know, she never talked to meJust Charlie and the bottleAnd occasionally the dogWouldn't know just what her name wasJust remember how good she wasWith lampcords and battery acidDid you know she was so skilled?What a piece of work she really wasRemember ma? Remember?We deserved it, so I guess it's goodCuz Charlie told us soHe told us that we got the wormsFrom eating too much foodHe told us that we never didA damned thing any goodNot like his foot could doNo ma'am, it got us goodWhat a piece of work it wasShoulda seen it maBig enough to knock three teeth outWith a single blowAnd I should knowTooth fairy brought me an infectionAnd they took me to heaven I thinkDid you know they have doctors there?In heaven that is, yes they doI saw them and the angels were so lovelyThey brought me lots of foodWhat a PIECE of work it wasShoulda been there Ma!Only got to stay there for a fewKept on falling asleep when I couldTo die so I could stayBut Charlie always woke me upSaid I was lazy anywayHe was right you knowHe was always rightThe welts told us he wasAnd the tricks he could doWith a belt and a broomMade my sister's eye blueAnd my brother's lip tooWhat a piece of work it wasAnd we owe it all to youShoulda been there maYou coulda sang Happy Birthday with meWhile Uncle Charlie ate my cakeLet us lick frosting off the platesAnd it was chocolate, my favoriteThe best I ever hadThe best I ever couldOr Uncle Charlie would get madAnd then it would have been my faultAnd that would not have done at allUncle Charlie told me soAnd he was right, always so rightTo curl his fist up in a ballAnd teach me something(That I never ever learned)Til I was bleeding from my noseAnd I guess that taught me tooTaught me that Charlie was always rightOr I'd regret it I supposeWhat a piece of work the whole thing wasLike I said, we owe it all to youRemember Ma, remember?Well thank you, I remember too.
Three people in the front row had tears in their eyes. It was a strangely welcome sight.
Daf
much lovetink
------------------Dana
------------------~Renee~indecision may or may not be my problem
------------------If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans. ~James Herriot
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