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.
***** is nothing more than a housemaid, you said to your fuming self.
***** 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.
Copyright © Daniel Kakuru | Year Posted 2017
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