Poetry: Chore Sunday (A Rap?)

Loosely inspired by my watching Phone Wallet Keys by Adam Sandler several times yesterday.

Waking, I’m aching
Put my smile on
I’m faking

I’ve gotta do shit
Don’t wanna do it,
Guess I’ve gotta get through the worst bit

It’s easy
But I’m wheezy
Don’t think I could be less fit

It’s Sunday Chores
It’ll be a bore
But at least it’s one day, I’m over it

Gotta get out bed
Wash the hairs on my head
Then head over to Grams

Drive my car
See fools from afar
Responsible with my hands

Go to the store
That’s the worst of the chores
Hope we get through quick

Then get back home
Put it all away
Before I start to feel sick

Hoping then
I can crawl again
Right back into PJs

For a day on the couch
My shoulders slouched
Then I’ll call it a day.