I fucking hate housework
Cleaning a house that never looks clean
Putting away all the things that are seen
Clutter and chaos, aggravates my homeostasis
Makes my blood boil and leaves me frustrated.
I don’t mind the doing, at least not the once.
It’s the over and over that drives me insane.
I clean and declutter; wash all the clothes.
Only to find more mess under my nose.
Sort and order, put it away,
To do it all over the very next day
If only a simple cycle would suffice
I’m going in circles, making things nice.
Nobody notices the things that I do
But if I stop for a day, they all turn blue.
Order from chaos feeds my soul.
Yet housework never leaves me feeling whole.