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What is suffering but tedium?

Picking pebbles from lentils,

numb feet stumbling to the bathroom,

hoping to make it to the toilet on time.

But off go the panties to be scrubbed.

We’re gross and boring, and if no one wants to listen,

I don’t blame them. I was that way, too.

Do you think I want your dish-rag pity

wrung all over my lap? Your cat eye comfort?

Everyone dies. That’s supposed to lift me

to my toes and spin my final pas de deux?

Tell you what. Leave the suffering to us.

You’re not invited. Eat pound cake

till your buckle bursts. Lose everything.