A Poem About Laundry

Laundry sucks

And with clean clothes comes a thousand fucks

They come on trucks

They come on trains

They beat you senseless untill you’re lame

Like wild animals tough to tame

Their feral prowess brought them fame

But laundry isn’t their only domain

They come with all things that give you pain

Like that boring book you must read for hours

As it slowly drains your power

Or a loved on that was once lost

Shall you take them back, whatever the cost?

I’ve seen a lot of these many fucks

I left with my life, most had no such luck

If you encounter these fucks, heed my warning

If you wish to see tomorrow morning

Release your troubles, while it’s storming

And they will wash away while it’s pouring