My Mother Asks Me If I'm God Poem by Nathan Coppedge

My Mother Asks Me If I'm God



Yummy
Bit of butter
Trembling moon
Noh I feel horribly lazy.

Saturday, July 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: god,sex,smart
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My mother and step-father were doing work as usual, when he quit for a moment my step-father explained that a lot of people think I'm a god and that's why I'm not doing much work. Then my mother came inside and asked me if I'm God in a gentle, silent kind of way.
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