A Diner in Decline?

May 27, 2018

Chores stacked like pancakes.

And you wonder why i’m tired.

I’m busy as a bumblebee.

And you wonder why I’m mad.

None of my bills are gettin paid.

And yet you wonder why I’m upset.

Unsanitary dishes

My unfulfilled wishes

No, this is not a failing diner.

It’s just me and my apartment.

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