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Dirty Laundry

Dirty Laundry
Last night in a dream; he was in the strangest place;
He was surrounded by a group of singers; that sang Amazing Grace.
There was a lady in the middle; who had a sign that said divorced;
She wore it like a corset; so tight it changed her voice.
   She offered him assistance; even though he knew just how;
   He had washed his cloths before; and he didn’t need it now.
   Politely he did listen; and even seemed amused;
   He told a little joke to her; and she came off as abused.
 Latter on while folding cloths; some others tried to help;
Mrs. Divorce restricting corset; cried out with a yelp.
She said he was pathetic; or something such as that;
Amazed and jaw slapped open; he thought, what ever kitty cat.
   Next thing that he knew; he was sitting in a room;
   And people were conversing; how the end was coming soon
   Everyone agreed; as their heads did nod in time;
   Isn’t that just peachy; was what was on his mind.
Latter on that night; still with-in his dreams;
The lady with the corset; was ripping at the seams.
The ladies kept on singing; as if it didn’t matter;
But the list of all their grievances; just kept on getting fatter.
   They mocked him for his socks; obviously mismatched;
   They watched him like a hawk and angry looks dispatched.
   His detergent was unacceptable; it didn’t have a brightener;
   And his bed sheets and his underwear; didn’t have a whitener.
When his washing was completed; he thought of toilet habits;
And when they shopped for tissue; by the cases would they grab it.
Of course there’s scented candles; and fresheners for the air;
That would cost a piece of change; but of course they wouldn’t care.
    A dream about the laundry mat; and the queens up in the room;
    Speaking out their cackles’; like the witches with their brooms.
    The odyssey about it all; it’s the same thing when awake;
    Life can’t really be like this; this must be a mistake.

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