dedicated to: I love you, Avi.
[the stage snaps of ;
Part One. In-defatigable mommy.
Mommy wants to touch your tush.
Mommy will come for you in a minute.
Mommy hasn’t flushed yet.
Mommy isn’t going to flush.
Mommy is having a good time with you in the bathroom; mommy says that’s poo-poo not pee-pee.
Mommy can’t say pee apparently.
Mommy isn’t going to wash your hands.
Mommy says it can sense your tush.
Part Two. Sir you’re not allowed. [The Stupidity of Falsehoods.}
Sir, you cannot see your daughter into the bathroom.
She’s not allowed in the men’s bathroom;
and you’re not allowed in the girl’s [girls’] bathroom.
[Hold the door open for him. Until she’s done, because she’s so so scared thanks to Gable Mommy.]
Part Three. Dear Avi. [The Blessing It Can Be to Have Noe Mommy.] [No Offense, a Gale Mommy.][I know you won’t be offended.]
At the age of Five, the clouds emitted to me the harm that wouldn’t be mine.
I knew I’d always know what do well enough.
I had found my faith of truth.
I can’t say I was lucky; I can say I’m identified.
Part Four. The Blurry Side.
It tumbles and turns into my flesher
I lover that color on you.
And of course; there’s a white falcon on my holder; the poof of smoke.