Mr. Stokes

A Poem by terriblerosey

That damn house....

It’s for her, for her, for her
That which seems to always lure
Us away from things that count
Problems that mount

It’s for him, for him, for him
Let us serve his every whim
Break our backs with what we bare
Why do we care

It’s for them, for them, for them
One with which equates a gem
Save the maiden from the boar
Don’t take anymore

It’s for her, and only she
Chant to keep your sanity
Slave until your heart is numb
Drone until the work is done