I come a the end of the day to sit infront of my computer
and instead I find myself facing a messy clutter
I dont even remember how the surface of a table was meant to be
i all hope for is to find it atleast once empty
It seems like no one in this house
is clever enough to acknowledge
that a computer table is meant for a computer
not for your lazily thrown garbage
I now see right infront of me
hair combs left after combing busily
(with some hair stuck in the teeth)
below that there are a variety of cd's
some our own and some brought on lease
atleast the ones evrey one uses once in a while could look much better
properly dressed with those orange covers
and what's that i find below those disks almost hid away
a greeting card from my friends on my birthday
(which is the last thing I hope find in this way)
These things don't seem awful
but sometimes even clothes are left to dry
& you can't imagine all that dust no one bothers to clean
all resulting in raising my mother's temper indeed high
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(then next comes what we all dread
mama's lifting her axe and the table is now dead)
amans bho
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