Complaining all the time,
Complaining all the time.
I feel so connected
and yet I’m all alone.
So Complaining all the time,
Complaining all the time.
Time to get things done
and yet its a falling space out zone.
Complaining all the time,
Complaining all the time.
Prevent the sickness, get ahead.
Wait, what did you just moan?
It is amazing how much
the smell of garbage not taken out
can fill the air!
Gone for a day and the child
has not done the one chore
so rotten leftovers overpower the nose.
Windows would be opened
if not for the rain
though the smell is bad enough
that might just be the only option left.
Where’d I put the Air Freshener?
Tomorrow may never come.
Times are harsh
and people unforgiving.
No one wants to be shown their faults
and yet we all have them.
How do we survive
not knowing what might happen?
For some it is faith,
for others hope
and for some
it is hopelessness and acceptance.
He would say all the time
I promise We’ll do it tomorrow
or next week
or next month.
The children learned
promises were not promises
and were easily broken.
So I did the only thing I could
I would tell them
I can not promise you
but I will try.
If I made a promise
I fulfilled it.
That is why I am single
and he only sees the children
occasionally.
Worries races through me
Waking up I sneezed
My nose continues to run
and I refuse to get out of bed.
I’m sick and I don’t know with what?
In these days of plague
I could have anything!
So I will shut myself off
from EVERYONE!
(Take that work!)
and hope the children can figure out food for themselves.
Oh wait,
I need to use the bathroom!
Cereal with milk is good
Cereal with orange juice is gross
Cereal with blueberries is delicious
Cereal with eggs not so much
Of course
every one has their own take on breakfast foods
so maybe cereal can be for supper?
Inspiration fleeting
The ideas are lost
Mundane and boring
Nonsense that doesn’t rhyme
And yet still driven to write
So words spill on the page
Meaningless and trite
I have a theory
They fill the tires with the drug
then ride around on the bikes
to mix the foul concoction.
Call it foolish
but I see an awful lot
of riders around
who always seem to visit
one particular house.
Every outfit needs to be washed
after you notice the wetness.
Chocolate is required,
not needed, not just wanted.
Hot water bottles help ease some of the pain
yet they only last for so long.
Your mood is constant irritability
and yet even then it swings.
It is a stage of life each of us encounter
and yet we are considered the weaker sex
when we still come to work, or school or go out in general
so that we all can live.
Wearing the same shirt as yesterday.
Sleeping in late.
Playing on the computer all day.
Maybe getting the chores done.
Lazing about because its the weekend.
So what day did you say it was today?
Oh its not Saturday?
Maybe I should change out of my pajamas then.
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