Retarded Babies Poem by Ramona Thompson

Dark rewrite of Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Babies

Note-A bitter woman takes her hate of her rapist out on her mentally ill offspring.

Retarded.... babies
Retarded....babies
Ugh, why must they always cry
Why they always got be bringin' me down
From my L.S.D. down
Got me feelin' so depressed and low
They just better shut up and soon, or this be the song they learn early on to know

No way am I gonna change them, change them
'Cause that nuclear smell coming from their little rears is just way too over the top
No, I ain't even gonna feed them, feed them
'Cause all I want is to somehow make all incessant crying stop

Wish now I had never went to meet their loser father at his place
Those 9 hellish months ago
Wish now I had't let him

Walk that walk, talk that talk
Walk that walk, talk that talk

Retarded...babies
When my hideous little demon spawns were born the pain was anything but mild
Now I understand all too well why some despise growing fat and ugly with child
Retarded babies all day long
Those creepy, weird, little things live
In a warped world of their own
Deep down sometime wish I'd been born a retarded babe
So that just once I would't have to feel the pain I feel tonight and every night

No, nobody understands what it's like to be me
Gets so hard sometimes I just wanna die
'Cause I know
Nobody not even my own dummy kids love me, love me
No matter how much I bitterly cry

Wish now I had never went to meet their loser father at his place
Those 9 hellish months ago
Wish now I had't let him

Walk that walk, talk that talk
Walk that walk, talk that talk

Retared...babies
No use tryin' to love their useless little selfs
To me they'll always be
Only a hated reminder of my own not so happy past
To me they'll always just be
The result of his crime against my humanity
The very worse of the two of us

No way am I gonna change them, change them
'Cause that nuclear smell coming from their little rears is just way too over the top
No, I ain't even gonna feed them, feed them
'Cause all I want is to somehow make all incessant crying stop

Wish now I had never went to meet their loser father at his place
Those 9 hellish months ago
Wish now I had't let him

Walk that walk, talk that talk
Walk that walk, talk that talk

2009 Ramona Thompson