I still had to do the laundry.
Drudgery it is, personified
Soap, water, chug, chug
Around, around and around again
Sometimes our life seems like laundry
Chug, chug. Around, and around
Sometimes, we make our own spin cycle
Sometimes others spin us too fast
The hours spin into days
The days spin into weeks
And yet we find no progress
We seem to be in the same place
How to get out of the washer?
Or is the daily laundry a force?
A force that can’t be counteracted?
Let me know the answer, if you ever stop spinning!
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