Steeped in chores
Throughout the day
Mustn’t there be
Another way
She worked and worked
For little pay
There must be
Some mistake
Laundry, iron,
Wipe, and spray
It doesn’t leave
Much time to play
Scrub, and mop,
And sweep the bay
The whole **** house
Is in disarray

She had big dreams
To be on stage
As an actress
Who’d be all the rage
With a dressing room
In which to change
But her hopes and dreams
Got washed away
If she had had the right words to say
She wouldn’t be
where she is today
Washing, cleaning
As an oppressed maid