by Dominic D.

Created on: January 03, 2009

Sometimes in my elegant life

when I feel above the mundane wife

I'm quickly brought down to one knee

when I see the pile of dirty laundry.

The hamper feasts on all the clothes

left for it to decompose,

until I hear the other's plea

to wash the dirty laundry.

If there is one thing I have learned to say,

laundry never goes away.

I'll never really ever be free

as long as thereis dirty laundry.

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