Dishes piled in the sink
floors needing swept
Dusting is a thing of the past
I find no time for mundane living
I must see who is dumping who
On this my new friend
The world expands miles melt
My name is Joan
On this I'm Curly Sue
Knowing who sleeps with who
What is happening to whom
This is life, nothing beats it
My friends on here are true
I can tell them everything
They only will let it out
If it's something on
A need to know basis
I forgive them, that comes easy
It's off here where housework
takes me from my love
that I find my life queasy.
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