A Mama's Boy

He enjoys to play and watch men sports He might even drive a truck, Maybe he pals around with bad cohorts Maybe they punch each other in the arm, for luck. He thinks that he's independent, but he's not Though not identified with the Oedipus complex, Even with the new lifestyle that he has sought He was still raised by his mother, the opposite sex. His mother alone raised him to be a man But, not the type that his father would have chose, To be obedient and loyal to her always, if he can And whatever he does or thinks, she already knows. Unto his mother he is forever bonded This lifestyle of control she will always enjoy, To his needs and wants she has always corresponded He now becomes and remains a mama's boy. Randy L. McClave