Mom “slob” A.K.A.Pak Rat Hoarder

"Mom" the slob otherwise known as the Pak Rat Hoarder
I like chocolate malt.
My life is at a halt.
I know who is at fault.
It's always the same who I blame.
She is lame.
Her sanity untame.
Her self shame.
You know her name.
You know her face.
It's an image you can't erase.
She put me & my child's life to waste.
She has selfish taste.
I wish her gone without a trace.
She slows down the pace.
She is always on my case.
Her feet are always bare.
She never brushes her hair.
She always judges & stares.
She never cares.
Turmoil daily she dares.
She's the world's biggest slob.
She does'nt have a thing to rob.
The only clothes she wears has holes, stains, & tears.
She never has any food.
In my business she always intrudes.
She is jealous, miserable, & rude.

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