Chores

Why can’t laundry do itself,
And fold itself and put itself away?
Why do we have to wear clothes at all?
Laundry takes up half my day!

Why do we have to ‘make the bed’,
When it’s going to get unmade anyway?
Why fluff the pillows or fold the quilt,
When it’ll be messed up again at the end of the day?

Why do we have stomachs that need to be filled,
When they’re going to get empty again?
Why does our brain remind us of pizza,
When we’ve sworn ourselves to fresh fruit and grain?!

And how I wish we didn’t have to clean
Or dust or wash a plate ever again!
Day in and day out, the same old chores
So mindless, it’s driving me insane!
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