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“Laundered Disability”

Laundered Disability

 

Morning fulla dismaying glory –

Clenched, benched, drenched and even pinched.

Yawning with deranging fury –

Drilled, filled, milled and even spilled.

 

Falling into a meandering pothole –

Ached, scraped, raked and even faked.

Laundering my now mottled robe –

Trembled, humbled, addled and even disabled.