Bad mother’s bad mother’s, looks like they’re growing in number,
Breaking homes and causing plunder.

Let me show you how to identify,
Where and how these problems reside.

It probably starts with infidelity,
Painting a wrong picture of sexuality.

Then there comes pointless panic,
A grand show to gather attention; sometimes borderline satanic.

Then there are the ones who compare,
Their kids to the ones who’ll never be there.

Just diss’ing their kids hoping it’s good parenting.
All while a list of insecurities elongating.

Teaching them how to hate and spite,
Wondering where they got the courage to lie.

Believe me they don’t deserve,
The titles and the unequivocal love that’s showered.

By the ones that love bad mothers do,
It’s like pouring down the drain junnu-paalu.

Cause while everyone paints a picture perfect family.
Bad mothers, with their loving are criminal, sadly.

The insight they provide into a private world they divide,
Stressing each one, making them pick sides.

This war without bloodshed only tears,
Can only lead them to a lifetime of regrets.

Whenever it is that they will learn,
That it’s mother’s love that makes a family whole.

There will be boxes that are checked,
One that takes a family a step closer to perfect.

But bad mothers bad mothers would rather massage their egos,
Thus we have a world, with ones who stomp on another’s dreams; who lie in word, lay in deed; while mosquitoes breed.