The Clothesline

Aha! At last! I've found the thing That understands my suffering A place of freedom from those I love And the tyranny of the One above It doesn't look like much, you say? Well then, look again, I pray! Have you ever seen more el'gant wood? I doubt you have, for no one could! And look at how these strings are taut Exactly the way my mother taught! The strength, the length, and tension. Yes! If there was more, I'd be a mess! What's that? There's MORE, you say to me? The place for dirty laundry! For here I find my moral support And no one else shall e'er retort Aha! At last! I've found the thing That understands my suffering My loved ones become the ones I hate Good thing this clothesline remains my fate!