You'd think it'd be easy
To get your books for sale online
But just as everything looks about fine
It all falls apart, time after time
You'd think it'd be easy
To lose weight after having babies
But those midgets will drive you crazy
And cupcake solace it a definite maybe
You'd think it'd be easy
To be a housewife these days
Cleaning five rooms in a certain way
But not when you don't get any pay
You'd think it'd be easy
To write one poem a week
Creativity would never be bleak
Or suffer a terribly dry streak
You'd think it'd be easy
To be a loving and caring wife
And not cause hubby too much strife
All we both want is an easy life
You'd think, you think
I bleed and it's ink
I see words when I dream
And new books clamour
Write me, shape me, make me
Cast me out with wild abandon
Inhale inspiration and creative nuss
Never stopping
Never breathing
Never
Ever
Be
You'd think it'd be easy
Being me
Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find all her books on Amazon. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.
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