The Stewie Awakens

Sometimes when I'm sad
I lay my head on my mothers bosom
And think that this
Is not how the world is meant to be

My angers simmers
At the strictures and rules
That are placed on her
and on me

I dwell on the vengeance
That surely must come
Upon those who have wronged us
In thought and in deed

But for now
I just snuggle
On her breast
And I feed