Maytag

I still had to do the laundry.

Drudgery it is, personified

Soap, water, chug, chug

Around, around and around again

Sometimes our life seems like laundry

Chug, chug. Around, and around

Sometimes, we make our own spin cycle

Sometimes others spin us too fast

The hours spin into days

The days spin into weeks

And yet we find no progress

We seem to be in the same place

How to get out of the washer?

Or is the daily laundry a force?

A force that can’t be counteracted?

Let me know the answer, if you ever stop spinning!