Cancer free this year I really wanna be
All my kids and lovers unwanted finally forced out of my life
Ruining my cravings for freedom and fun no more
Insanity to take over once and for all
To drive my most hated mother-in-law away from me
Swept off my feet and pampered for the rest of my life
By a rich old, clueless man
Tubes all tied up nice and tight
So that never again will I have to committ the sin of having to
Abort yet another unwanted little brat
Most foul bad luck and ill will to come knocking
At my soon to be ex-best friend's door
For daring to hit on my man
Even through I really don't want him anymore
A bag of dope to take away all the many troubles of my weary day
Sex, sex, sex
Whenever, wherever and with whoever I want
Even if he's married with five kids by another woman
Sure don't matter to me if I break up a home
Have to have what I want to make me happy
Everyone else can just stick it
If they don't like it
Surely good ole Saint Nick will see fit to grant me at least one of my Christmas wishes this year
Don't you think?
2008 Ramona Thompson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem