Lets go over this one more time:
Here’s the baby – born of me,
but the neighbor says he belongs to her.
And the judge looks like he really
doesn’t care which whore wins
– just wants this case as precedent –
and the baby is making enough noise to give
us all a headache – so the judge
whips out his sword and says we’ll just
slice him up the middle. And I think maybe
in my job you have it you sell it and you still have it
but being a mother is about loving not owning
and I slip myself in between him and the sword.
The judge says here, he’s yours
And I say, you just don’t get it.