Waking up is so hard to do,
screaming kids in the morning too.
“Why Mom” is the question of the day,
I am running out of things to say.
Mom at the park with the perfect child,
Most of us here think he needs to be exiled.
Only one car so sitting home today,
You’re so lucky might some say.
The same song on the radio,
Why? I don’t know.
The sexualization of little girls,
They should be playing and doing twirls.
Political coverage on the tube,
It would be better if the politicians just gave us some lube.
Gas and food prices going sky high,
Just fork over the money with a heavy sigh.
General sloth and the lack of ambition,
I need to assume the lotus position.
Selfishness and lack of compassion,
One day entitlement will be out of fashion.
Lying, cheating and excuses,
In the end everyone loses.
Nice work. I take it you must have been a fan of Bill Clinton, what with the wish for lube from politicians. Eh? Eh?? (looks around for appreciative applause)
Nice poem, Kat. I love the way you married "tube" and "lube". Peas and carrots, I tell ya. Peas and carrots.
Very nice! I see you've got the funk that seems to be going around. I just want to curl up in my bed and stay there until Saturday. Enjoy your day of sloth!
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