In the Castle of Chores the chores never end
the reminders about them are endlessly sent
to all the settlers of this burdensome castle
to never ever forget all this hassle
Even walls in the Castle are enfolded with lists that run floor to ceiling and expand in their width
they cover all surface of windows and cupboards table tops, shelves, curtains and carpets
In all the rooms and all their corners
you can hear murmurs of the nagging horror
There’s enough to be done! There’s plenty to clean! No place shall stay tidy for eternity!
The hinges need oiling, the wooden floors – waxing the toilets need scrubbing, the garden plants – trimming
The knives in the kitchen are blunt and need sharp’ning
The curtains turn wrinkly and cry for some ir’ning
The mirrors are covered with finger prints
these fatty spots unravel in a glint
The dust on the floor never disappears
as every footstep leaves another new smear
No matter how fast you empty the sink
the piles of dishes will never shrink
The stack of laundry keeps piling up
this washing makes the plumbing clog up
The attic is stuffed with boxes and things
like rolls of old cloths that are entangled in strings
of cobwebs and dried out slimy dust
that has turned from fluffy to a thick, sticky crust
The kitchen staff cooks non-stop all day
all to start over the next day again
The laundry that’s washed has to hang out to dry
all to get stained by the birds that fly by
In the Castle of Chores there are corridors
each holding countless mysterious doors
They lead to obscure and arcane offices spaces where workers work hard with tensed-up faces
They need to schedule all the clean-up chores
to keep things controlled for better of worse
In the Castle of Chores the chores keep emerging despite the crowd’s efforts to finally purge them