Stay-At-Home Mom

Why didn't you kill yourself today?
 What cross, what coupon, what cathode ray
 Put the joie de vivre in your diseased heart?
 How Anne Hathaway,
 How Peg Bundy
 Thou art.
 Hey Sugar:
 Prove to me that the air you breathe
 Wasn't better served by the leaves of a tree.
 You're but a breeder,
 Tax break receiver
 With menopause sweats
 A TV tray and a mosh pit son
 Who wastes the marrow of his bones
 Jumping into these drums.
 Please tell him:
 Don't stand so (no)
 Don't stand so (close)
 Don't stand so close to me.
 See, I know your children
 Because I've been your children
 And us children, hopeful children
 Ain't worth the stretch marks baby.
 'Cause we may sing these songs of protest,
 Cast our ballots, too
 Forgo meat and
 Ride our bikes and
 Get our band's stupid tattoo
 But it means nothing,
 Nothing,
 When we get eaten by the sun.
 Que sera
 Que sera
 For, whatever there is will soon be all gone.
 So what's wrong
 With a song
 That asks wherefore and why have you lived this long?
 A purpose?
 You want a reason?
 Stop believing.
 Or stop needing the answers.
 There are no answers
 Except the sun, the sun, the sun.
 While you sit on your couch
 And wait up for your boy
 We're polluting his mind with this
 (noise).