And yeah, I know - I should really count my blessings.
(And I do! I am aware! My cup runneth over.)
Hum drum
so i don't like housework, right?well i don't exactly hate it, but you know
it's not what i'd call a hobby, and
if invisible elves would do it for me
overnight
i would not be complaining
no sirree
i would not
so if i crank up the music
- it has to be loud or i can't hear
when i vacuum chase the dust -
and if i yell along, rather than sing
a tune
you should not be complaining
no sirree
you should not
and if i do a a little dance and splash
while fixin' up the dishes
'cause it kind of makes it almost fun
to scrub and rinse and dry and stack
today. again
well i am not embarrassed
no sirree
not a single bit
'cause in the end you have to face it,
life is more instant coffee and grumpy kids
than limousines and cheering fans
not to mention the roses and champagne
that are conspicuously missing
so i am not complaining
no sirree
i'm not
well to hell with pollyanna, today
i am complaining, i hate this
cheerful stuff, the making lemonade
of lemons, when i crave strawberries
- and where's that damned champagne
yep, this is me complaining
yes sirree
i am
Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2015-02-19 at 11:21
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