A poem--born in frustration

Oh yes I tried to write today
the words caressed my brain
I sat in front of my computer
and then heard this refrain

mama mama mama mama
my eyes began to water
I need your help I need this now
says the first, second, and third daughter

what? I asked wearily
I've done everything I'm able
come fix this come fix that
we need a cleaned-off table

I stumbled to the living room
and tried to help them all
I made it back to the computer
and then another call

there's nothing to do I'm bored I'm bored
find us something to do
we can't play outside there's nothing inside
everything's old we need something new

children! I plead I'm losing my patience
you're old enough to look for some games
THAT didn't work...it all goes downhill
and then I hear calling of names

forget about writing
that's just a dream today
I typed out four words
and then lost track of what to say

there was yelling and frustration and tears, oh yes a few
I'm not talking about the children, my friend, I'm referring
to you-know-who