Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Can I Annoy You?

For just a moment, perchance?  

He mostly writes short stories, and kicks a significant amount of ass in so doing.  But this is the first time I have seen him write poetry.  And I must say, I am floored.  

He is more than brilliant.  

Oozing with slimy talent and heart.  

He is my boy. 

Take a moment, if your day allows.  

And go read the spawn of my uterus's spawn of his imagination.  

He doesn't need me to pimp him out.  His writing stands on its own.  

But I am doing it anyway.  Because I am his mother.  And I love him more than gravy.  

Even more than chocolate gravy.  



  1. I'm jealous and wish you had said this about me. I am also drunk.

  2. Drunk is good. Drunk is always good.