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Source:
Adults
Author:
jonny graham
Title:
Dishes and Damnation .
The dishes aren't done , again .
And it's tomorrow already .
In the leaning tower of kitchen .
The circle is continuous ,
washing the clothes ,
in a hum and spin ,
constantly turning over ,
with zip click on glass .
The repetition of life rhythm ,
same as machine rumble ,
relentless grind .
Just like the loser booze ,
covers up the pain ,
ill and sore .
Then fills with pain ,
well again .
It's not all great ,
so reconcile ,
get used to it .
There is no choice ,
no rinse hold in life .
Love is better
than no love .
Besides ,
men damn men ,
and men damn women ,
and women damn men
and women ,
damn women .
This bloke up the street ,
gets drunk ,
sat on a bench ,
every day .
All the time .
An oldish guy ,
with a halo
of fluffy hair .
He is blotting out history ,
or his story ,
in his out of focus past .
Forgetting is contagious ,
it's what we all do .
I really wish ,
it didn't have to be that way .
But the dishes ,
oh the dishes ,
won't do themselves .
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