Never a Comforting Word
He grabbed me and held me down
I couldn’t tell you
You were too wrapped up in the occult
Full of bromides
When he forced me in another way
I didn’t tell you
You were too wrapped up in church
Full of scripture
When he grabbed em by the pussy
I tried to tell you
You were too wrapped up in unity
Full of propaganda
Never a comforting word, Mother.
