I fill in an online form.
The missed bit just keeps on repeating.
I paint a wall white-as-white brilliant.
The grey bit’s still pale and bleating.
I cook with a heart full of herbs.
The dish, I end up overheating.
I vigorously vacuum the floor.
My nose, the dust motes keep teasing.
I bear my pure soul on the page.
The sneers, they stop my pulse beating.