The Mother

The mother of the imbeciles
Is sprouting them one by one
And, as I turn around
she just had another son
We all have had enough
I wish I had a way
to cast them away
But they weigh more than a ton
And, as I turn side by side
She pushes out another one
We better stand on guard
Cause she has no clue
And definitely no regard
The mother of the imbeciles
Keeps on sprouting them
One by one