Another chore that makes me tired- a poem

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 Another chore that makes me tired

When I’ve hustled to a frazzle and subscribed to a million commitments that enmesh me

I thought when I come home to you, your touch was supposed to refresh me

You said there is no trouble a good intercourse cannot mend

There must be something wrong with me for I am just waiting for it to end

Sleeping with you doesn’t feel like a refuge from my other work

If you’re so horny, I’d rather you go to the restroom and jerk

This feels like another job, and I’m desperate to get fired

Getting in bed with you has just become another chore that makes me tired

-Maithili

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