In a Word.

When did joyless become the norm
around my body’s cells?
It’s crept up and stayed around
trawling the footwells.
It slithers around the pillow
and it’s infiltrated my bed,
It’s up and round my tear ducts daily
now it’s squeezing out my head.
Woe is me for all my sorrows
you should be here to share,
Take me to the cleaners please
I’m the vaseline, your au pair.

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