A poem by Leonard Pigg III
She suffered from pronoia
Everyone was her friend, they just didn’t know it yet
If you stood still, she would give you too much information
How many times her kids use the restroom, what her boyfriend does to her
Enough information to turn the most voyeuristic people away
There was a man she saw, who showed her kindness
The same kindness he shows to everyone at his job
Taking it as a sign from above, she declares her undying love
The kind man is confused, then she makes her advances
Thinking it a joke, he laughs at first
Until he really looks into her eyes and sees how sick she is
He calls security, who escort her out of the building
They tell her not to come back
She thinks he’s playing hard to get
A few weeks later, she’s at the bar
All the drunk boys show her attention
She is the queen of the universe and revels in it
Bragging about how she can’t have any more kids
The wolves begin to circle around her
Picking the cleaner of the group, she goes to the hotel
A night of passion and she declares her undying love before falling asleep
She wakes the next morning, alone
Returning to the bar, he ignores her and she seeks other companionship
Many are willing to accommodate in the world of instant gratification
She finds another willing to give her the attention she desires
Another fling later, she is jilted once again
“Something must be wrong with them,” is the mantra that keeps her going
Meanwhile, who’s watching the children now
They are crying in their beds, asking when Mommy will come back
The rest of the family rages at her irresponsibility
Threatening to turn her in to the authorities
Grudgingly she comes home and resumes her parental duties
She makes her monthly calls to the men she sired children with
Demanding support before she has to take them to court
They trickle her some money, if she can track them down
Sometimes even offering a fling for old times sake
She takes what she can get, because everyone loves her
Right?