After twenty-three years of cooking, cleaning and nurturing, I woke up this morning and realized that I had become a slave to my grown children. So I`ve decided to go on strike.
Dear Family
Consider these words an announcement
one that I know you won`t like
This evening starting at midnight
Mother is going on strike
I`ll no longer be doing your laundry
you can each do your own wash and fold
Just remember that warm is for whites
And that colors should be washed in cold
You`ll be free to eat when you want to
you`ll be eating whatever you`ve cooked
Just remember that when you are finished
to leave my kitchen the way that it looked
If your MP3`s and your cell phones
that you bought with your own hard earned cash
Are left sitting on counters and tables
They are going to be put in the trash
I`ll no longer leave my door open
so you can entertain all of your friends
You`ll have to entertain elsewhere
because today`s the day the crap ends
So there you have it my darlings
you can squawk as much as you like
But this evening starting at midnight
mother is going on strike!
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