poem: disgusted except in absentia

disgusted except in absentia
just what I came ‘cept I can’t quite get doing
the waking, each hour, an anguish
put up and shut up, the both go together
while steaming tea brews in my face
scratch and scrub, endure the vileness
pests of every kind

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