Ever meet drama ramma negamamma?
If so, you’d best to keep your distance from her
That one who complains about each and everything
It is negative songs she loves to sing . . . .
The sun is never shining bright
It’s never dark enough at night
Every little nuance that occurs to be
Is blown beyond eternity
The pessimist who can’t be blessed
Who never ever gets near enough rest…
due to the stars shining in the window
Child close your curtain! you should know!
the negathoughts that cloud her brain
And drives the optimist insane!
Now I can deal with the drama negamama
for a short time; since I have know her
all my life . . . she’ll never change . . .
I can ignore her to keep me un-deranged
but put into the simple equasion
her perpetual mate; the drama man
at first they seem quite comical
soon turning to pathetical
and everything one does or says
there is complaint from night to day
to each other they bicker day and night
and either of them are wrong or right
witnessing the constant nagging and put downs
makes me want to simply split this town!
they’ll make you want to hang yourself
or bang your head upon a shelf
if you’re having a half-way decent day
best come home late to keep it that way
there’s always bad news on the table
and everyone’s given a nasty label
exaggeration is their gift for sure
Be careful, they’ll pull you in their lure
and gossip is their middle name
kid stomped his toe; they swear he’s lame
if it were not for music and laptop
i’d be insane; there is no doubt!
you know there’s complaint about that too
To them I’m antisocial; psyc visit overdue!
I’m only venting; Yes. it’s really me. . .
Plus, I can’t choose my family!
P.S. You know I’ll probally retire this post . . . but I had to vent; I was about to bang my head on the god d… shelf! Reminds me of how the people must have felt in the movie Airplane who started hanging themselves … you had to have seen it to understand. . . . Anywho . . . Ya gotta love em anyway!