THE LYRIC FOR WEEKDAYS

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This is the way we wash our clothes

So early Monday morning

2020

Monday? No, no, Saturday or Sunday

Or, when desperate, any week night

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This is the way we iron our clothes

So early Tuesday morning.

2020

Iron? Wash and wear, please.

Cleaners, maybe. Don’t own an iron.

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This is the way we sweep our floors

So early Wednesday morning.

2020

Robot vacuum, everybody

Sweeps everything while you’re away.

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This is the way we mend our clothes

So early Thursday morning.

2020

Can’t sew. Never learned.

Toss or give away, maybe a tailor?

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This is the way we clean our house

So early Tuesday morning.

2020

Pay the cleaners to come twice per month

In between just manage emergencies.

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This is the way we bake our bread

So early Saturday morning.

2020

Doing laundry, no time to bake

Bless the supermarkets’ artisanal breads.

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This is the way we dress up [for church?]

So early Sunday morning

2020

Laundry again or grocery shopping

Maybe, if all goes well, some fun.

And so the rhyme goes on

Nothing really changes

It’s all work, work, work

With a brief pause for breath

At the finish,

Before it all begins again.