the servant

what’s the rush…why…somewhere you have to be…always coming and going…non-stop…this is not pleasant…nothing enjoyable in the least…not-a-bit…

always noise…constant noise…from TV…old radios out in the garage…dishwasher runs throughout the night and into the morn…and you…you sleep right through it…all is right with the world eh…

rules are needed…some kind of adherence…an agreement…’cause the scales are tipped…they are tipped…and I am not one to fall into the negative…not I…no siree…

and where’s my piece of cake…thanks I get…for you…for you…watching over all and sundry for a bed and a roll…crumbs…this is my plight…

enough though…enough…just keep the noise down…yes…it’d be greatly appreciated I can tell you that…

I’ve said my piece…goodnight…I said goodnight…oh… what’s the point…

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