Struggling home
Carrying two heavy gallons,
Bleach being important to
Make me look clean,
Yet inside I know I am dirty,
And the pain in my neck
Was there before
I dragged that heavy shit home.
I am tired of washing my laundry
Over and over
Trying to get them as white
As you hope they can be.
After my fatigue is gone
From dragging that heavy bleach home
The pain in my neck will be there,
Moving up my body
From being a pain in my ass.

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