Chores

There's a clock that has stopped telling me the correct time.
There's a leaking faucet.
Morning cup of tea, unwashed, unfinished.
The laptops and wires are sprawled over the sofa. The electricity bill from day before, entangled in the mess.
The bin liners are over.
Stale news. The old newspapers are just piling up.

Domesticated?
Maybe.
But,
Today
I won't play the part.

That's why I won't move a finger.