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.

[J. J. Nightingale]

LOL .. KEEPING HOUSE IS NO EASY BUSINESS .. LIKE THE WAY YOU WRITE IT ALL OUT ! ... COOL !

JASMINE :)

[Muse]

I’ll sweep your sorry a*s away

I'm laughing so hard! And trust me...it's not because I feel sorrry for you!

[The Analog Kid]

Nice tongue in cheek write with some good rhyming!