Life's questions

I thought I would get the cards out
I thought I would have my world cleaned up
I thought life would get easier and I wouldn't have to scratch around so much.
But the holiday cards still sit in the pile
A heap of laundry sits at my back
Writers don't make lots of money and the leaves are still in the grass.
So what is that snake about
and why can't I just sell that soul for some cash?
But then what would I tell the kids?