Do you know what I want out of life? Not this.
The grandkids have come. One's peed on
The carpet. They're squabbling over drinks
And food, and all that I'd hoped for from being
Alive at this moment was silence, tranquility,
But, in fact, I am trapped in a vortex of chaos.
I pray to a deity who's nonexistent to save me
From second-hand fruits of my loins. It
Doesn't. Small wonder. When my son arrives
To ferry these wretches to some other Hades,
I wave and I sigh, and I step back inside to lock
The door. That wasn't what I wanted out of life.