Stay-at-home Mom

Why didn't you kill yourself today?

What cross, what coupon, what cathode ray

Put the joie de vivre in your diseased heart?

How Anne Hathaway,

How Peg Bundy

Thou art.

Hey Sugar:

Prove to me that the air you breathe

Wasn't better served by the leaves of a tree.

You're but a breeder,

Tax break receiver

With menopause sweats

A TV tray and a mosh pit son

Who wastes the marrow of his bones

Jumping into these drums.

Please tell him:

Don't stand so (no)

Don't stand so (close)

Don't stand so close to me.

See, I know your children

Because I've been your children

And us children, hopeful children

Ain't worth the stretch marks baby.

'Cause we may sing these songs of protest,

Cast our ballots, too

Forgo meat and

Ride our bikes and

Get our band's stupid tattoo

But it means nothing,

Nothing,

When we get eaten by the sun.

Que sera

Que sera

For, whatever there is will soon be all gone.

So what's wrong

With a song

That asks wherefore and why have you lived this long?

A purpose?

You want a reason?

Stop believing.

Or stop needing the answers.

There are no answers

Except the sun, the sun, the sun.

While you sit on your couch

And wait up for your boy

We're polluting his mind with this