In my pile,
unwashed,
shirts with bile,
and everyone knows,
hide the lace,
lies the sock,
the ton,

in this race,
sparkling clean,
gym sock stench,
'neth the slacks,
stuff for my bed,
Give me change,
Through the 'chine,
And I'll thank you,
And wait again,

Laundry mat ton, won't you wash,
and wash away the stains,
Laudry mat ton,
won't you wash?
won't you wash?

Muttering
bored and angry,
Stole my rotten pants,
Here again,
Dimes are gone,
For washing item,
And sometimes,
it takes too long,
for socks,

or fancy shoes,
the washer weep,
It doesn't work,
they say I keep,
Pant ends,
Left with clothes that are gay,
They steal my things,
Like a shoe,
My fav. shoe,

I want them dead,
Where's my sports gear?
They stole my stuff,
Since last year.