Priorities

Without so much as batting an eye,

Or releasing a sigh,

I willfully stoop,

To pick up my dog’s poop,

And carry it in a bag,

But somehow I consider it a nag,

When my GF assigns me tasks,

Like doing the dishes when she asks. 

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