Our worth is measured
in tasks.
Clipping the grass.
Picking the kids up
from daycare.
Everytime one thing is
crossed off.
Another appears.
An endless supply
of work.
And in our down time
when our backs are achy
and our eyes are heavy
we stand around together
whispering vulgarities
and comparing the sizes
of our "to do" lists.
1 comments:
I'm consistently impressed by the ideas you bring to your poems. I am a huge fan of the myth of Sisyphus (what poet isn't) and I like how you use everyday tasks to create the metaphorical mountain.
I like how the last line is reminiscent of a dick measuring contest. My problems are bigger than yours because they're "my" problems.
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