I see it,
I'm happy.
I want it, work
just as hard,
scrubbing dirty floors,
away the fingerprints
on the windows,
deal with that
barely bearable
bathroom scent.
Come Sunday,
the power will be yours,
to tell me when and where
to take the trash,
and if I missed a
shred of paper in
the sweeping process.
Proud of you, my friend
but I cannot be as happy.
I work just as hard.
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