Spontaneous Combustion!

Spontaneous Combustion!

Rapid non-decision,
Neither frame of mind nor pride.
Disappearing into nothingness,
No need to run and hide.

My children will start wondering,
What happened to their Mum?
Though they know I’m rather scattered,
At times thick skulled and numb.

“She is a silly gadabout,
Lacks direction in her mind,
Tis fortunate her V-dub bug
Always seems the way to find."

“But we haven’t seen her round here
For an hour and a day!
Probably sitting by the ocean,
Her favorite place to play!”

When will they start to notice
That the mommy person's lost?
But her car’s out in the driveway
On the chair her jacket’s tossed?

The folks at work may worry
“What’s happened to our friend?
She neglects to call us sometimes,
But eventually comes in.”

And my husband, poor dear fellow,
Such a lost and lonely man,
With no one there to yell at--
Oh, he’ll never understand!

Do you think some one will notice
A pile of dust upon the chair
Where last they saw me sitting,
Glazed computer eyeball stare?

Oh, wouldn’t it be nice
Not to put up with life’s spoof,
To spontaneously combust
In a simple painless…

*Poof*

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