In the journey of life, Me Lord decorates her as Home-CEO.
As the journey moves, she was branded;
As Home Maker by the feminists and activists.
All forgetting the real CEOs grappling with the slog.
Cruel CEO has a maid for mopping and cleaning,
Hiding her woes and tears, another maid for the kitchen;
To kill free time has a striking boy for pet care.
Home-CEO has a body like a bullock cart,
Moves at snail pace in her sleazy life.
Loiters in a handsome chauffeur-driven sedan,
Purchased by the scary and timid husband;
To felicitate her visits to her X, Y, Zs.
If asked to mend her naughty ways,
Misuses the biased and unequal laws,
Claims fat alimony and heavy divorce packages.
Always screaming and yelling
at scary in-laws,
Threatening them to send to jail,
This sucker is Lazy Lawrence CEO.
In this fast running caravan of revolutionary comrades,
Flying high in false rhetoric of revolutionaries,
Leaving trails of deep fears and teary regrets.
Sucking the best times in scary nights,
With untamed dreams and desires.
With lives like dry rivers and confusion compounded.
With rejecting in simple living,
Her mind stumbles with tenuous yearning,
With an abundance of pleasures, Yet many unfulfilled.
Plagued by gripes, nags, complains many, hopes dissolved,
Having ruined all joys, an enemy of in-laws’ work.
Parroted by parents like old ringtone,
Annoyed every flash with hot rage,
Her bloated ego has no ceilings.
Keep lamenting at the nuptials gone wild,
Of the savage laws, unreal, discovered by many,
Life floats like a loose kite, keeps her tongue lashing lie a scorpion,
All friends and relatives away, life desolates to fend itself.