Day 334 – Me and the Cleaning Lady

Me and the cleaning lady
we’re always the last ones here
I like to imagine she says goodbye
to her family of 5, or 6, or 7
I see them waving at the door
in my drastic, ridiculous mind
I paint a life for her that I can stand
‘cuz if she was like me I couldn’t bear it
I sure can’t bear myself
breaking down in useless tears
every goddamn night
on the drive back home
I got no reason to cry, I know
but it’s gonna be Christmas soon
and I just don’t want it
give all my holiday cheer
to the cleaning lady’s kids
if they exist

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