Well it’s that kind of day again,

the kind that we ignore.

Or the kind we just resolve,

by going to a candy store.

You know what day this day is,

as we have no other,

long, long,time to procrastinate

celebrating our mother.

Plan to call, but never do,

say you will, but don’t,

make some chocolate you do like,

but she certainly won’t.

Maybe if you’re the good kind,

you’ll make some sort of gift,

some kind of half-assed project,

that you got from a store of thrift.

But I was not like that,

not like them, or the other,

I made great comics,

to celebrate my mother.

Kenji Neko, The Five Sides,

those outdated works,

were probably my worst kind,

of artistic perks.

Done in pen, permanent,

non two shapes align.

horrible handwriting,

even worse punch lines.

But she loved them, year through year,

sent them to Facebook, too.

but my views were quite the contrary,

I hated them, through and through.

An embarrassment to my skills,

and yet she somehow kept them,

while she smiled about them,

I wept over them.

And yet today, I have to make,

some kind of one-page comic.

Oh, and this time, my “punchline”,

will be so “atomic”.

So mom…

I was going to make a gift for you,

with the ink you like and all…

but then I did what I always do:

just sit right there and stall.

It was hard enough to do things when one’s free time,

is so awfully darn small (ahem.),

so I guess you’re sad that I didn’t do

anything at all.

But look right here, some cheesy poem,

made behind your back,

screw the comics, they were bad

it’s if you didn’t get jack.

Do you love it?

I think you do.

Unless you don’t, in which case,

I’ll let you, just this once, smack me across the face.

Happy mother’s day to you.

There I said it, now I’m done.

It’s hard to deal with all this guilt,

“bestowed” upon your son.

Oh, what? You said I shouldn’t?

Well too late! I did.

I’m running short of rhymes now…

Obvious, opaque, squid.