you never know
where anything is
because i rearrange.
even though,
for the past eight months,
everything has been kept
in the same place.
i asked three days ago
that you hoover the carpet
and nobody did it.
you just needed to rest
and i got caught up
in a waiting game,
placing bets
on your ineffectiveness.
the ******* grows
when i look away,
but when i do it myself,
i don’t communicate.
magically,
a list would fix everything.
a list,
a list.
write me a list.
i am not here
to write stock reports
on your shortcomings.
all i ask — again —
is that you look around
and do something,
anything,
the bare minimum
before i tire of asking.
you may not know
how this ends,
but i have a rough idea —
i just don’t know when.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
you never know
where anything is
because i rearrange.
even though,
for the past eight months,
everything has been kept
in the same place.
i asked three days ago
that you hoover the carpet
and nobody did it.
you just needed to rest
and i got caught up
in a waiting game,
placing bets
on your ineffectiveness.
the ******* grows
when i look away,
but when i do it myself,
i don’t communicate.
magically,
a list would fix everything.
a list,
a list.
write me a list.
i am not here
to write stock reports
on your shortcomings.
all i ask — again —
is that you look around
and do something,
anything,
the bare minimum
before i tire of asking.
you may not know
how this ends,
but i have a rough idea —
i just don’t know when.
this one is about weaponised incompetence.
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