Future Parent Evenings

I would hang out with you
[but I may get slapped by
your sad mother following
lies sold by you to trip me
up]/ I would chat about all
such stuff – but you could
[again] fuck my prognosis
[a sick trick by you] Let us
recall your tears when you
realised I could [no longer]
drip cash to buy – for you –
your mother’s self-builds –
erected by hated males &
paid for by sweat – less is
more etc – she slaps them
into place with her tongue
& lashes out at every man