Drinking’s become a chore
as boring as laundry day.
Except, I love doing laundry—
and the dishes—and the chores.
And all that day to day business
you swore you’d never do
when you were young and too good for it.
But I’m fine with it. In fact,
I enjoy it. Perhaps too much—
but I supposed there’s worse things
than clean underwear and folded socks.