You Ll Bear a Pea

Artistic creativity you wanted to discover? Sure? Well, here you go. So what did you think that it would provide? Yet another sheet of tangled problems you would uncover, You'll grill yourself alive you drew and you'll probably deprive Yourself of good night's sleep and all other physical pleasures. You'll drill the new words in poems, crazy rhymes and you will sing. It's really not that bad at all. There are other measures That ruin your health or soul or both. But another gallop fling Surely will not significantly help or bring you forward. Think, carefully analyse and try to look for something else. You might totally feel as if you have been simply cornered. Another spring will come and one sunny day your heart will melt. You'll meet another somebody. Will start everything anew. Perhaps, tall, quirky divorcee. Nothing like you thought he'd be. You portrait him, you mix the colors, you add another hue. You love and live together. If all goes well, you'll bear a pea You always wanted. Before you even realized you did. You'll laugh a lot, you'll love him plenty, you'll both take care of him. You read all possible on parenting. He would eat your tit. It's pure happiness, magic dream, sweet allure. It's no mere whim. So do not try to ever listen to what the others think Of you, your husband, ways, your parenting, preferences, choices. They'll say a little something, forget it and then they wink To cute bypassing waitress. Words are bothering you. Voiceless You shut your dropped jaw and you try to proceed with your own day So why quickly share your most intimate feelings with strangers? Perhaps, instead It's better that before the phrase "If I may" You wisely say nothing, avoid any possible dangers? So now that you finally have your craved creativity, You can write and paint. Now you can share your hurt and suffering... Know what? It's better to save your elusive tranquility, Travel to Indonesia, make as many offerings As only your own heart demands.