I’m sorry

I’m sorry if you’re ever reading this.

i can’t explain in words how much you infuriate me sometimes, i know that when you were younger you never planned to be a single mother. i know that you need time to yourself sometimes. i know that you’ve given up so much to raise us. i know that you struggle with your own depression and anxiety and add. i know mom. but that doesn’t mean that it still doesn’t hurt that i know that you probably blame a lot of that on me and my siblings. and that it doesn’t hurt when you leave town for days, and i have to be the one to remind them to do their chores, and to get to school.

i love you so much mom. and i hate that i resent you so much too. it just feels like you’re guilting me constantly and i hate it. i’m the one you complain to about money issues. i’m the one whose shoulder you cry on when everything goes to shit. and i remember mom, i remember those times when we stayed in the car overnight in the church parking lot to get away from my abusive father, i remember all the times we’ve struggled with money, and i remember how much you love us and how much you care for us and i know that i’m not easy and that i can be so utterly ungrateful sometimes, but i know you’re trying. and i know i’m trying too even if you can’t see that.

i love you so much mom, and i’m sorry for this being so mean, but i just needed to get the words out for the first time ever. i’ll see you when you get off work, i made dinner.

Life steers you

Time flows like water, in a river with an endless stream. But, just like in a river, you never pass in the same stream. You never pass in the same stream. You drive through the current , while wrongly assuming you can steer. The river knows. Time knows. Life steers you. And though knowing this, you would say that effort is not worthwhile. But think. While you were steering, the sights brightened and everything seemed soo fast paced. Life seemed worthwhile. Life seemed that it had value. Steering it. Breaking the current. Looking at the sights. Forgetting about time. And the river flowed the same way. It seemed you were steering. But actually, the river was steering you. The river knows whats best. It flows with nature course. The course of life. The course of life… Life steers you.


Chimps are going ape, giraffes remain above it all,
Elephants remember, though, just what I can’t recall,
Crocodiles are snapping up fresh offers from the banks,
Showed interest in my nest egg, but I quickly said, “No Thanks!”
We haven’t paid the horn bills and the vultures have a hunch,
that not everyone invited will be coming back from lunch.

This is the morning report
Gives you the long and the short
Every grunt roar and snort,
Not a tale I distort
Of the morning report

The buffalo have got a beef about the season’s grass
Warthogs have been thwarted in attempts to save their gas
Flamingos in the pink and chasing secretary birds
Saffron is the season’s color seen in all the herds
Moving across the grasslands to by the bottom rung,
Far too many beetles are quite frankly in the dung

This is the morning report,
Gives you the long and the short,
Every grunt, roar, and snort,
Not a tale I distort,
Of the morning report.

One of these lines is incorrect. Without looking up the lyrics, can you tell which one it is?