The Darkness
The Vacuum sucks my life away
Degrades me, makes me gross
I’m not dirty, the vacuum is
Ugly faceless abyss
That thing, pretending I’m messy
Treating me like a dog
I’m not the machine here you beast
It mocks me with its vurr.
But lo and behold, I’m human
With the power in me
A button slays the mighty beast.
Why did I fret so much?
They make me work like none other
I hate the work I do
It's a dirty life of cleaning,
Meant for me but not meant for you?
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