Digital drawing · Drawing/Sketch · poetry

Bored of your chores.

. . . Split me in twain,

I will see to it,

I can find the woman in me.

Spit at my face while you bark

every chore I do not want to be in,

nor anyone didn’t ask me.

Only you do, coz you think are the boss of me.

Yet you do always ask,

why are you mad or angry?

Please think each time,

you keep asking me,

yet the answer you already barked at me,

one second ago.

😭😭😾🎭😾😭😭

©oam

®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz

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