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The Perfect Nuclear Family


So you've gotten

The dream you've desired

A big house,

A big car,

A husband,

And some food and water

But did you really get what you've wanted?

 

Now two kids

They come your way

One is halfway through

Perhaps two

If they're fighting their

Way out

But you got a broom

But did you really get a room?

 

The marriage bed

Is stupid

Full of mystery

Love is

A russian roulette

You play the game

Of chance with a revolver

But which one of you gets to die?

 

Or will there be no bullet,

And the two of you will

Remain 

'Til death do us

Part

You clean and you clean

But there's always going to be

A mess for you to clean

 

You dreamed for this reality

But it sets in

And although

You've gotten your wants

Where are your

Needs

And where do they live?

 

In the basement

Where a rope is there

For you to climb?

A bomb is there

For you to explode?

He gives you

Exactly how you 

Want it

But not how you

Need it

 

So you think to yourself,

"I'm bored,

I've got nothing to do,

I am tired of this routine.

So let me go,

And finally have some

Fun,

And while I'm at it,

I'll take the kids with me!"

 

"We'll play 

Hide and seek

Count to ten,

And go into

The cave of darkness!

As long as he doesn't find us,

We'll be safe and sound,

Happily ever after!"

 

So you drive your car

Taking the kids on an

Adventure

And into DisneyWorld 

You go

Under the sea

With Ariel swimming around

As you all become

Mermaids

 

But Ursula 

The one you made a deal with

Steals your voice

In exchange for tails

And once the three days are

Up

You, and your kids

Are her possession

Forevermore

 

As that stupid

Prince Eric

Tries to jump

Into the sea

He doesn't want to save you though

Because you are his prized

Possession

And he can't seem

To navigate his stupid ship

Without his

Goodluck charm

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