I hate washday
Because
Remembering about
The washing machine
Is fine
But never the
Tumble dryer
Thinking that all
Is done for the day
Only to walk by
And realise
The goddamn thing
Is still on
Clothes will need folding
One after one
Placed in draws neatly
Hung from hangers
Completely
A job that can’t be left
Thanks to that other piece
Of glaring evidence
There’s no God:
Creases

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