Excruciating nostalgia

What in Jerry Falwell's green earth was I thinking last year? This, apparently.

The mother godess started to scream
She groaned and moaned and sobbed as nature, in its less compassionate moments, was slowly pushing out between her thighs
Wheras the world and all that was in it spilled out one day when she was reading the paper, the solution was taking its sweet time ripping away at her
The women tried in vain not to stare
The men were nowhere to be found
And their impressionable teenage offspring disappeared into the bathroom and began attacking their forearms
Because they didn't have any better ideas
Her screams began fracturing all the glass surface that everybody had spent their lives in front of or behind
The people were overwhelmed, so they kidnapped her and locked her in a glass house
And disproving a formula they had balanced their fragile, phobic societies on
The mother godess stepped over the shattered walls
Carrying an open mouthed child
Who knew naught but the comfort of sheer dependence