At a family Bar Mitzva I had time to reflect
No matter how much preparation, I have to accept,
Feelings of shortness of breath
And suffocating to death
And suffocating to death
When I know it’s my brother that I am going to expect
Thankfully he was late, but still no matter when
His appearance will show and suddenly then-
When he walks in
My head starts to spin
Suddenly I’m a helpless kid all over again.
And his wife follows; her nose held high
And daintily (quite snootily) passes me by.
The queen of bitches
The mistress of witches
About her behavior-it’s hard to explain why.
Certainly clear to me that I did no wrong
Yet she’s determined to make sure I don’t belong.
As she gives a sweeping glance
And ignores me with askance
While smiling and laughing with the others along.
If family is a blessing then it is certainly disguised
To me they are a curse, right in front of my eyes
To me they are a curse, right in front of my eyes
Logic so twisted and bent
To ignore the innocent
And fiercely protective over the truly despised
I clearly don’t understand all or any of God’s scheme
Though at this time I wonder where He reigns supreme
I hope not with the bastards and bitches
Or with the assholes and witches
And I wonder, can I count Him-
As One on my team?
