fauxcroft

Sort it out

That’s all I hear,

At home at work

It’s everywhere,

Got a problem?

Then put it on me

Need something doing

Then put it on me,

Everyone moaning

About what’s not done,

Everyone else standing around,

So much needs doing

But only one me,

I feel a slave to this life

Is that how things should be,

Everything being sorted by me,

Don’t answer back

Just sort it out!