Twenty-four-seven
You’d think it enough
To finish what’s on
My to-do list stuff
Crossing off tasks
That is my goal
But while I’m asleep
A mischievous troll
Adds many more chores
To the list I have tackled
Making me feel
More or less shackled
Efficient, productive
I really do try
But this endless chores list
Makes a grown woman cry
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