Clothing Irony Whilst Ironing
The air is so chock full and thick
with irony
It must be hard to draw a single
breath inside
Without choking on it and gasping
for oxygen
But then again at very least
Both my beard and moustache have
grown a little longer in the meanwhile
But isn't that the point of irony after all
It helps you rather not contemplate
think about focus or concentrate
On the total and utter irony of the
tedious task placed in front of you
at hand
Like ironically ironing ones clothes
for work the next day
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2023
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