Maybe if I scrub these pots
I won’t yell at those little tots
I’ll lick clean mood blues away
Creating a life in daily play
I don’t wanna be me doing the dishes
I don’t wanna be me brushing their teeth
I don’t wanna be me sporadically fritzing
I wanna be me fishnets and champagne
I don’t wanna be me folding the laundry
I don’t wanna be me losing my keys -- (A! Gain!)
I don’t wanna be me watching my roots spike up
I wanna be free, singing off key
I don’t want to dissed by poetic judgers
I want to be kissed by lovers in lair
I don’t wanna to be tricked when buying from sellers
I want to be sold by knowers who dare
Maybe if I hug those tots
Put lipstick on and hot the trot
Maybe I’ll find whimsy he
We’ll laugh and sing and live carefree.