Sweeping floors,
Closing doors
Smearing ointment
on sores
Cleaning the
machine
That’s supposed
to stop snores.
Boring chores
That I deplore
And then deplore
again,
Down to my
very core
That’s how
much I deplore
Boring
chores
Because they
are boring
But there’s
no ignoring
Boring
chores
And I could
make them
Even more boring
By making a chore
Of keeping a
list
Of chores
that I’d done
And those
that I’d missed
But that
would have
The tedious potential
Of driving
me
Completely mental
Since that
list
Would continue
As long as I
exist
And continue
on
Some more
There can be
no end
To boring
chores
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