Chores Don’t Do Themselves on Christmas

Chores don’t do themselves on Christmas

The cats still shit in the litter box and beyond.

The laundry piles up in the cracks of the couch

Dishes find their way into the bathroom

Where someone unwrapped a gift and

Threw the paper on the floor.

The dog has gone hungry since yesterday afternoon.

I don’t even know where she is.

You probably think I disappeared to play with toys

I’m in the basement sorting trash.

It is quiet down here.

Chores don’t do themselves on Christmas.

The woodbox is almost empty.

My bathroom smells like urine.

There’s long hair in the sink.

There are spiders in the skylight in the bathroom

that will drop on you as you sit.

Chores don’t do themselves for Christmas.

Now get the . . .out of my house.

 

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