I do not want to be happy
Like your mother
Happy after lavishing
All her love, attention
Vigor, memory
Life, charms
On her husband and children
But mostly on husband
Happy because he praises her
So that he can go on
Living the life of kings
Never lifting a finger at home
If I say I do not want to be
Happy like that
That would be true
And if I say that
I do not want to be sad
Like your mother
Sad because
At the end of the day
Despite all she does
She has not a single friend
Because she has been taught that
Women who gossip are bad women
So ahe proudly states that
She doesn't have any friends
She doesn't have a single person
Who will listen to her day
So she is desperate
For someone, anyone
Who will listen to the
Deceivingly simple and banal
But actually the most vital
Account of her day
And thus has been waiting
Since forever
For her real life to begin
Where she has one friend
Just one friendly soul
To perform
The most ordinary act
Of conversation
That elixir
Which keeps humans alive
For this simple act she pines
And prays upon
The hapless young woman
Expected to wait on her
But is rebuffed because
Emotional labor
Is a most unpleasant task
When you do not love
The concerned person
And so she waits and waits
And by the time she dies
Has barely ever felt that
She has lived her real life
If I were to say
That i do not want
To be sad like her
That would also be true
