Dirty Hands

The price you pay

Lying there with hateful stare

And filthiness beyond compare

You rip apart this heart of mine

And send cold chills right up my spine

 

I swear to you this very day

I’ll sweep your sorry a*s away

No obstacle shall you remain

Causing grief and fits of pain

 

Without you, I'll live anew

And gaze upon a better view

A painful price to scratch an itch

For cleaning house is such a b***h

 

Washing clothes, dusting shelves

Kicking butts to bloody hell

This be my just lot and tome

For dirty hands must keep a home

 

Author's Note

My wife doesn't do much housework, and leaves it to the once-per-week cleaning lady. I had to finish her dirty laundry this morning in order to do my own....GRRRRR.

Reviews

[SweetNutmeg]

This is exactly why I like living alone. If there is a mess, at least it is my mess and not something that makes me angry with someone else. Although I have to admit, back when I shared apartments with roommates, I was pretty terrible to live with. My family had a daily housekeeper and I thought bathtubs and floors cleaned themselves. Like magic. All you had to do was not get them dirty, they'd stay clean. Haha. No.

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. I can get pretty messy, too, but eventually clean things up. When I was single, I'd do a good cleaning every other week or so.

[Neville]

Been there, done that
Scrubbed the Tee shirt to a ragged thread
You sure we aint related Samuel.... Nice one sir.... Neville

[Samuel Dickens]

Thanks. We might be related, Neville. If not by blood, then by spirit.

[Neville]

Oh' we most certainly are my friend..

[john l smith]

Ah the joys of married life

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. Now that she has retired, she does dishes and laundry most of the time. (Wow)

[john l smith]

Lol..................

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Oh boy Sam, I know what you mean! I have the exact opposite situation and I could say a few choice words here- but won’t. Love the humor and rhyme. Hate the situation! We shall rise up my friend! :))

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you, Annette. You know what it's like. Old age is making me much less capable, but I used to do all the man stuff plus half the woman stuff.

[barleygirl]

This reminds me of why I never got married. There have been times when I was a neatnik, but now I'm mainly a beatnik! As in "too beat" to do chores. I finally got my whole place weed-whacked for the 3rd time, hopefully the last, according to fire regs. With all the outdoor activity this time of year, you probably wouldn't want to see how far behind I am on my indoor chores! The dogs are very tolerant, tho! *wink! wink!* (((HUGS)))

[Samuel Dickens]

Thanks. I'm not exactly a neatnik, but do like things kept reasonable. When I was younger and single (divorced) I'd let my pad get dirty, then turn on some loud Trower or Led Zep, and go to town with the cleaning. One can choose to make it fun.

[Angi]

Ha! Preach it! Damn sorry a*s laundry and more. Love this one, Sam. Angi~

[Samuel Dickens]

I thought cha might. I've been a "Mr. Mom" since my heart went out at age 43.

[Angi]

Your heart went out? My guy is a Mr. mom, too. He will work all day and then come home and offer me a hand. He is a keeper!

[Samuel Dickens]

Sure sounds like it. Yeah, you'd better hang onto him. My guess is that he thinks you're a keeper, too. In 1991, at the age of 43, I had an unsuccessful heart bypass surgery that left me in worse shape than when I went in. My quack cardiologist covered for the horse doctor that messed me up and didn't tell me I'd lost half my heart. He didn't prescribe an appropriate regimen of meds, either. In 2009, I had a second heart surgery that really kicked my butt. I tell everyone I'm a Corvette with a weed-whacker engine. rrrrrrr-sput-sput

[Angi]

Oh Sam! I hope they took care of you financially after that screw up. 43 is too young!! Ha! The sput sput had me laughing!

[Samuel Dickens]

Nah, they got away with it. Long story.

[Angi]

Well, that sucks, Sam. I understand how these things can happen. I am just glad you are here, man.

[Renée]

It's a dirty job ..but someone has to do it ! lol..

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Thanks for reminding me...time to go get my laundry out! Oh...I hire out for housework...I'm always cleaning.

[roarke]

no rest for the wicked as they say ol' buddy.... btw did you see my sock laying around somewhere, I've only got the one with the hole in it without it's pair.

[Cherrie]

Domestic humor, love it! just read it softly or she will hear:) lol