Why Hit the Snooze Button?Before you hit snooze on that clock,Why Hit the Snooze Button? by IronBatMaiden91
Here's some food for thought.
Do you want to keep hitting snooze, and then panic later on?
Or do you want I take the battery out and never turn it on?
If you want the former, then don't resort to deceit and trickery.
That will only leave you alone in misery!
If you want the latter, you'll find freedom
Your house will be forever your queendom
It's up to you to decide the path you choose
Either way, don't let anyone shame you.
All I can say is this:
Why hit snooze on the clock when you can take out the batteries for good?
Just because you can go the conventional path doesn't mean you should.
Dialogue between me and my uterusUterus: IronBatMaiden91, Y U NO GET ME PREGNANT!?Dialogue between me and my uterus by IronBatMaiden91
Me: Because, my unthinking uterus, I don't wanna be stuck with a squalling loaf who turns into a hellspawn toadler who turns into a teenage bitch/bastard!
Uterus: Then why am I making these damn eggs!?
Me: Beats me. I ain't gonna use em.
Uterus: Fine! Be that way! I'm just gonna make your cycles hell!
Me: It's better than dealing with a pregnasty and then having vagina get torn to bits!
Uterus: I'm gonna give you the worst cramps, cravings and mood swings as a way to make you pay!
Me: Pay for what? Not getting sperm infection?
Uterus: Aaauuuugghhhh!!! You suck!
Me: No. You do. I'm just glad I'll be getting the Fallopian tubes tied.
Me: oh yeah! Unlike some women, you do not control me!
Uterus: Damn that brain! It's rendered me useless!
Me: You're already useless! If I had my way, I would have you removed!
Uterus: What about the Ovaries?
Me: Nope. They stay. The fact that you make me bleed and allow a possibility for a v
Quitting the RaceFrom the time we're born, we begin a raceQuitting the Race by IronBatMaiden91
A race to beat the clock to carry on the human race
As we reach 30 miles, we look at our competition
Dirty faces, catty remarks, I tire of repetition.
Back at 19 miles, I stopped to think, "why am I doing this?"
"This whole race is pointless!"
I get off the tracks and breath heavily
I then see their faces on the screen at 30 miles and think, "how silly!"
I see some of the so-called champions with their prizes
They're shells of their former themselves! I see it in their eyes.
I go to the locker room to take a shower, and clean myself.
I say, "wow! To think that I was getting myself into that hell!"
I threw away the stick and walked away.
I'm free. And I'll stay this way.
I don't look back at the race I've exited
I'm too busy feeling liberated.