My names frank, age 38, I wanna tell this, before you walk away, I’m living with my mum and she’s a drainer, she’s a bloody pain, she’s a nagger,

She needs to get a life, and stop bossing me around, get your own coke can, get off the couch, I’m a grown man, that needs a lock on his door but even with a lock I know she knock even more,

Frank, did you walk Rocky? I’m sick of the noise, “well Frank he’s your bloody dog” Fuck mum im sick of living with my mum, I’m sick of hearing her voice,

She nags all day, pacing up and down and walking up the hall way, Frank channel nine, bit coin, go to IGA and get some? Were gonna be rich

Mum you need Fuck off, stop coming in my room, well pick up your socks, alright ill pick em up soon, I’m a grown man mum, ill do what I choose, frank stop being rude, fuck mum stop the abuse,

Stop the fucking games, can you leave me alone, I’m playing Xbox I need to be in the zone, but ur killing me mum, killing me.

My names Maureen, my sons a bloody a slob, leeching off me the little prick needs a job, he wont cook or clean and he cant use a mop, he just eats a lot and plays Xbox,

he wont pay me rent he wont pay for bills, no overheads and he drinks all me milk, I’ve told him multiple times its got to stop, but he always replies “mum, can you fuck off?

Son get ur own place, you’re a grown man, its time to find ur own space, you need to find a home, go and get employed, and make the home ur own, so Its time to leave the nest, go and get a job, stop being a bloody pest, I got to get out of this house, I’ve spent my life their, I got to get out of this house it’s a nightmare,

Memories surface, I was 22, it was a Thursday night and I was in my room, she was knocking at the door, frank channel 9, I replied, mum can you fuck off, I’m playing Xbox, then she turned the power off,

I saw red, then found myself, stretching the vacuum extension cord around her neck, and I held that tension, clenching that cord till I was out of breathe, she was dead

(breathing) mum I’m sorry

I felt sick, the I prayed and I wished, (let her live), I was given a gift, my personality split, half me, and half of my mother as a parody script, (frank, what mum) that would flip into debating in a schizophrenic state, like I was talking to the mother of Norman baits, it was crazy,

(Crazy)

but it was a way for me to avoid the pain you see, theirs something that’s comforting when she’s telling me off, all day I hear the voice “Frank get off ur Xbox, you’re a bloody grown man, awwww alright mum, Frank did you eat all the frosty flakes? Frank theirs crumbs on the couch.