B’tween tiddly-dumping, puddle-jumping, and doggy dumpings,
how is a mother to get anything done?
A raucous child, ass on fire, sugar-wired and never tired,
where is a mother’s fun?
Two moody girl teens, wanting movie screen, love scenes
and unrelenting angst screams,
how does a mother stay nonviolent and wholesome?
A job that pays squat, recognition that’s sought,
then told you’re just a blot,
how does a mother resist the urge to kill someone?
A husband who wants sex
all you want is some rest,
how does a mother get it done?
Blessed sleeping pills, two will vanquish all ills,
make me momentarily forget all the steep up-hills,
I have a few extra, anyone?
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There you go, Graffiti, do you love it or hate it?
Debbie
