On Procrastination of Domestic Duties

On Procrastination of Domestic Duties

I see you watching me yon mottled dust
Feathery filth but clean you I must
Oh how much I do thee loathe
For all yon shelves do thee clothe

Thou poorly sight of beggar's chaff
Thy unknown home of such rif raf
From depths of scum thou dost appear
To cloak all things both far and near

Enthusiasm thus I lack
For more than thee I loathe the act
Such a bore time surely waste
Yet here I sit in no great haste

Must I fight thee in a duel
Surrender now yon grimy fool
Washed already I have this day
Foe I'd rather stay that way

The point alas I cannot see
Omniscient you'll always be
Crawling, creeping, floating down
Here to haunt me and surround

So as I sit and curse at thee
More time passes and I see
For not my effervescent woe
I could have finished long ago.