The overplayed disco songPumps into the ceilingWhere my poached eggsRun over my teethIt's mother's dayI delve intoThe almost creature ovaryThat's suspendedOn my toastOn mother's dayThe waitress's motherComes in for a kissHappy mother's day mamaI'm bathing in diner scenesAnd strained caffiene teaThe waitress is a strangerWho nourishes meOn mother's day
