Nesting Clock
Alarm clock blaring
Letting me know that it is
Time to get to the business
Of making babies
I manage to ignore it but
I am at a toddlers birthday party
There are pregnant women here, too
Lots of little children are running around
It used to be that a
Child screaming at the top of their lungs
Throwing a temper tantrum
Would make me a bit homicidal
Even now, I can feel this
Stupid smile on my face
Wishing that I were the mother
Hushing the squalling brat
The alarm clock goes wild
My nesting urge seems to
Take over my thoughts, my life
What the fuck happened to me?
5/7/11
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