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The Maid
Did the maid ever tell you To wipe off your younger sibling's poop from the tiled floor? Did she- that worthless human- ever tell you To wash the giant saucepan in which last night's millet was mingled for supper? You clenched your fist in defiance, You darkened your face with a frown, tough enough to ignite a thunder strike, The clouds howled, And grumbled in your favor Don't do her work, they seemed to urge you. Bitch is nothing more than a housemaid, you said to your fuming self. Bitch is paid to do all this work. She pockets a hefty sum of money at the end of every month. To wash saucepans. To clean plates To give leg, once in a while, to Daddy When Mommy is in the labor suite, Birthing another human being. Daddy emerged from his bedroom Where he'd been for a wanking session Found you and the maid- his maiden- on the verge of eating each other up. He flexed his biceps Stuck his index finger out Pointed at the darned saucepan Pointed at you You saw it in his eyes, The maid was his maiden.
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