Chaos Abounds
I wake up some mornings - close to the crack of dawn.
Why does there seem to always be way too much for me to do?
Running my errands, like a speed demon - I race through town.
This day is almost over and I am exceptionally glad!
Drinking gallons of coffee, stifling down a yawn.
The relaxation and fun times seem to be rare and few.
It's really a wonder I manage to keep any food down!
When I collapse into my bed atleast I won't be mad.
Atleast I have no children - so that much to me is good.
I need to have a time out and go see my best friend.
I can't remember the last time I had a soothing bath.
I'm really hoping that tomorrow will be a better day.
Now to make this day turn out the way it should.
But the responsibilities and housework never seems to end!
Who can I vent to - to get rid of all this wrath?
That I can really have some fun and remember how to play!
To make sense of the chaos - read line 1 of every paragraph, then 2, 3, & 4.
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