The laundry makes her happy
Just sitting waiting to be done
Next to her love and the boy
Folding one by one
Who is now the man observing
This simpler world of life
Drums are spinning
Clothes are churning
In the background
Of his mind unforgettable
Hard echos of his mother
Saying reprehensible things
About rape and drugs
Why can’t life be happy
Instead of dark and grimy
Like sharing dirty laundry
Wanting life to be more simple
Is like folding happy laundry
© GÄ
Poétique 