One of ‘those’ Days

Dirty clothes

Greasy hair

smelling like a deep fryer

Day in, day out

Tired of trying (too hard)

to please impossible customes, employers…

That never give anything back

except dirty looks.

Dirty clothes

Scattered on my bedroom floor

smelling like deep fried cotton,

Stale french fries

Sour milk

looking up at me,

Like, hey you, did you forget about us?

Isn’t it laundry day?

Not today!

Don’t mock me, dirty socks,

Don’t think I owe you this!

Don’t ask me to be somebody I’m not!

I’m not your bitch,

Go wash yourself!

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xxx,

HJL

 

 

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