How boring my life is.

Ive finally realized,
How boring my life is,
I’m only thirteen,
And I shouldn't feel like this.

My mom’s at a party,
My dad’s at the pub,
My brother’s at his mates,
And my sisters at a nightclub.

I know I have things to do,
But my life is so boring,
I do the work of a 30 year old,
Like work at 7.30 in the morning.

I live with my dad,
He works 5 days a week,
8 hours a day,
That’s why my days are so bleak.

But I work 4 days a week,
And 7 hours a day,
But I’m thirteen,
And my dads forty.

I go to work,
And then I come home,
Then I work my ass off,
Until my dad’s home.

Since my mom’s been gone,
I’ve been doing ‘her jobs’
I’m getting sick of it now,
At least I’m not one of them yobs.

I was doing the washing earlier,
And I was thinking what it would be like,
To be one of those people,
A daughter on strike.

*i have left this poem at a cliffhanger i don't know whether to do a part two. please let me know what you think*

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