iPod mommy

 

iPod Mommy

 

Don’t care who did it

Don’t care what’s wrong

Mommy’s right in the middle

Of a cool new song

I’m an iPod mommy and I’m singing along

Don’t care who did it, don’t care what’s wrong

Did he call you a name? Is she touching your stuff?

Tell someone who cares because I’ve had enough

 

I’ve got the Snow Patrol in my ear

Mommy’s close by but she’s not really here

She’s been taken away- it's like Prozac in sound

She’s with Foo Fighters now; there’s no family around

 

Daddy looks up from his plasma t.v.

To suggest I am lacking in mom ability

The house is a mess, the kids haven’t been fed

At least that’s what I think he said

 

I’m an iPod Mommy

I keep my family on mute

With the volume this loud

They can seem almost cute

 

So solve your own problems

And pour your own juice

Mommy’s with Tory Amos now

What’s Daddy’s excuse? 

I can see their lips moving

But it’s Cold Play I hear

Not now, mommy’s grooving

So run along dear

 

I’ve got enough decibels to cover all but the worst

I can’t hear what she did or that he did it first

I’m with the Rejects, I’m completely serene

Until I see blood I will not intervene

 

poetry and parenting  by S. Kamikaze

© 2011 P.M. Dunnigan/Suburban Kamikaze

Comments

[Denver Dad]

Hahaha! That's great!

[christen]

Your cleverness never fails to amaze me! Very impressive. And I especially like your parenting style. Excellent!

[M.B.]

I like you on facebook and follow through google reader!