Life
I’m so out of breath, but I keep pushing as hard as I can,
While my husband just sits there not helping at all.
You’d think after three times, he would understand
That it’s a team effort and he needs to get on the ball.
We’ve come so far, I just can’t believe he won’t help out.
I yell at him like never before, while he sits in that seat.
I can’t do this alone; all I do is scream and shout.
What do I have to do to get him up and on his feet?
I just want to give up and get back to my life, you see.
After hours of pushing, I don’t think I can do this anymore.
Next time, he’s pushing this big beast along, not me.
“It’s time for a new car,” I say, as I slam the door.
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