Sigh, sigh, yawn

I’m tired, tired
Of chores, chores, chores

What was all that education even for?

Life dissects itself these days
Into endless moments of perturbed malaise

Sigh, sigh, yawn
like a woman of leisure

Clean, clean, scrub
for a man’s pleasure

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