Folded, filed, neatly piled.
Found some things, and then I lost them.
This body teeters towards exhaustion.
Cleaned, decluttered, even polished:
Each "bunny" dusted, and demolished.
And everything, I've done, except...
I haven't vacuumed, haven't swept.
I've consumed no food; I haven't slept.
And still, have yet, to free, the bed.
What I wouldn't give, to sleep, instead.
My hands are aching; my spine is jacked.
It feels like knives, slammed through my back.
My head is throbbing, patience, gone.
Been ******* cleaning, since ******* dawn.
And the only reason, I'm concluding this?
...I don't NEED more things, on my to-do, LIST!