Being poor sucks.
Being mentally ill sucks.
Being responsible sucks.
Seeing the world spiral down sucks.
Politics, ugh, suck.
Seeing the turbulence in families suck.
Not being able to stop it in mine sucks.
When life sucks
I need more lemons
so I have a reason to make the sour face.
She has already changed her mind.
She does not want to go to school.
Yesterday she went
for the last 2 hours.
Any amount of time
is a victory for me.
To do so in a way
that does not suppress my child’s focus
on being healthy is hard to do.
So I wait and see
if the bus comes and she gets on it.
There is always the one Song.
It gets stuck in your head.
Others may try to replace it.
But that Song likes you singing it.
Over
and Over
and Over again!
Even if no one else hears the words.
Your brain likes to make you listen
until you no longer hope for release
and the crazy lyrics begin to form
a new version for your personal entertainment.
So sing the song
and song the sing.
Forever!
Where the cats do roam.
The children are free
and the food disappears easily.
The Range rarely stops
while the Oven makes it hot
and the children are fed daily.
Only when its summer
does the breeze blows through
otherwise the house overheats
and I sweat through my toes.
My kettle has stopped
so next is to pot
the plant the cats keep trying to eat.
I wonder when my rest will come
and think its due immediately!
Too bad the kids don’t think so.
Write a poem.
Watch a video.
Play with the cats.
Take a dump.
Suck his cock.
Out of all of these choices
mine should be obvious.
He can be unimpressed for all I care.
The Gremlin child is hungry.
It has no bottom to its stomach.
Food disappears at an alarming rate.
No matter the contents of my fridge
I must constantly make trips to the store.
If I had a garden
it would end up barren and stripped
of all its vegetables.
Wits are running out
and I am scared
this child will eat those too!
The world has gone crazy.
Our leaders are fighting.
It is turning into
every person for themselves.
In this madness
there are still those
who believe in the greater good.
Those are the targets
the crazy ones look for.
I am starting to think
my days are numbered.
You need both hands to type.
Really simple if I just use one hand.
Takes longer
but it means I don’t have to give up
the kitten in my arms
to the child who wants her.
They require effort
but should be done everyday.
When the effort is too much
the tasks pile up.
Then the guilt begins
and on bad days
the effort overwhelms
and the guilt drowns.
So if today is a good day
then some of them will be done.
My child is pushing her limits
She is yelling and screaming
No amount of encouragement is heard
through her ears
Only hateful things she does not want to hear
Patience is my only recourse
and it is wearing thin.
Repetitive statements saying the same thing
You are going to school.
Put your pants on.
Take your pill.
Please finish getting ready for school.
Have you made your lunch yet?
Ok, I’ll wait.
I call the school and let them know it is one of those days.
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