by Kathleen Sihock

Created on: November 04, 2009

My Hell begins when I wake up

Bill collectors calling, they can't get enough

I answer the door, and who could it be

Another solicitor smiling at me

Give us your money, so we can make a sale

Then take our product, that will send in the mail

The mortgage is due, we can't pay this month

They send you letters, that say they've had enough.

You try to catch up to your stressful life

Then in run the kids, and here comes more strife

Mom were hungry, that's all they can say

Get a snack kids and go out and play

Now it's time to put clothes in the dryer

You decide to take a drive but you have a flat tire

You settle with staying in and fixing dinner

Your husband's whining he can't find the remote

While your slaving to fix food to stick down his throat

The kids come in and ask what your cookin'

Then they complain, cause they don't want none.

I've had enough I can't take no more,

I feel I am ready to fly out the door

My hell is right here one this earth

So, I hope when I get to heaven it will be all it is worth.

Learn more about this author, Kathleen Sihock.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.