A SAHM Psalm

My kids are totally the boss of me;

I shall have no peace.

They make me to lie down exhausted,

they lead me to drink.

They guide me upon the path to the nuthouse

for Pete’s fucking sake.


Yea, though I walk through the valley of tantrums,

I will fear no time-outs,

for your bedrooms have doors that lock

and your father gets home at six.

Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors, they comfort me.


But I am preparing to lose my shit

in the presence of all this whining;

let me anoint my throat with something cold

before my anger overflows.


Surely, peace and quiet will follow me

sometime after nine p.m.

And I will surf the web



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