The Ugly Man Sings

Of all the children I’ve tamed who must bear this weight you have always been one of most resistance
I can’t comb your hair or eat your bread without being bitten
You’re too big for my breast but too small to pay rent and I don’t want to be your second mother
When you writhe and twist in your spasmodic fits I feel nothing other than bothered

Often I ponder how to send you back into your mother
I think you would benefit from more time in there for development

How hard could it really be
How hard could it really be
For you to behave for me
This could be easy

I’ve seen every seam, every fold, and every crease in the fabric of the world you inhabit
I am unimpressed by the will you possess, and the way you exercise it
Just like any pest who has overstepped, there will certainly be some repercussions
I will poison the well in the place which you dwell and leave without hesitation

Often I ponder how to send you back into your mother.
I think you would benefit from more time in there for development

How hard could it really be
How hard could it really be
For you to behave for me
This could be easy