Keep your tote bags in
No brunches for you.
And no long stem, purple carnations either
No resting wine glasses or dangling forks
Or longish conversations, either
You're perhaps, not worth it, after all.
Run errands, you!
Doctor appointments, medicine store hauls
Pending gynaec visits, the psychiatrist awaits
Kitchen's all a leak, call the plumber will you
Door's come off it's hinges, so have you
The house is falling onto us, what-do-we-do
More errands, some.
What about some deep cleans
While doing which, time's a plenty
To regret, while you clean
Thing's you've done and thing's you've not done
No Saturdays for you,
Only the sorrow.
No movies, no writing
Keep your creative corner
In your 100% imaginary artisanal balcony
Shun the jute rug, which you never bought
Decay. Slowly though
Without mercy
Lose yourself, irretrievably
Feel your temples heat with temper
What-do-we-do what-do-we-do
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