I wake up and leave,
Not to return,
Till the sun's falling down,
And my money's been earned.
My mistress of all
That is evil and cruel
Sends me off to do chores
That she'd rather not do.
Cleaning the bathroom,
Or tying her shoes,
Making her breakfast,
Then making it again, new.
She's relentless, a monster,
Nasty as they come,
A truly horrid creature,
And there's nowhere for me to run.
I cannot escape,
Oh, what trouble I'm in.
I am enslaved,
And did I mention she's my cousin?
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
