Awoken by yelling,
Falsely accused of not doing my job
Punished without a moment of hesitation,
I am not saying I am innocent of all crimes
But I deserve just a moment of a second thought
That perhaps the dishes on the drying rack
Were the dishes I just washed,
Not the ones you left for me to do
While you drank in the woods with friends.
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Monday, May 25th (71st day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PuisiI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
