The problem was, as they say, entirely with my tv set 

And not with the broadcast system,

I'm sure, as many of you understand.

Maybe I was just tired of putting up with nonsense.

Maybe I had come to my senses after thirty years,

And could hear the wisdom of my great grandmother 

Telling me I deserved better.

Maybe I suddenly wondered why

I hadn't run off and tried to become a nun,

Even tho I'm not catholic,

Or maybe I could have aspired to be the pope.

The Bhagavad Gita says it's better

To try and fail in your own dharma

Than to succeed in another,

So maybe I'm better off right here after all,

Flailing about in a shallow stream of motherhood and wedded blissery,

Thinking 'bout what a good Pope I might've been.

-jenn