Deja Poo

I’m trapped on board a carousel,
of lawns and lifts and household chores.
It’s like the carousel from Hell,
The Devil’s own revolving doors.

I’ll screw my strength up in a ball,
and try to get the upper hand.
Then once I’ve caught up with it all,
I’ll get on with that stuff I planned.

I tick that last job off the list,
and try to do my own stuff when,
there comes an unexpected twist,
and things start to untick again!

And so it goes, and so it goes,
I trudge in circles all my days,
correcting things while no-one knows,
and no-one cares and no-one pays.


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