I am no poet!
My life here is mundane,
the same shit,
different day,
I need a brake
I need to play!
A little sleep is all I ask,
some time to spend with hubby please.
a little freedom is all I need,
that and a little room to breathe!
but all of that is short in stock,
out here in an oversized sand box.
day in and day out it's all work and no play;
I fear I am becoming way to lame