The Maid
The Maid


I live in a house filled with work,
But then there is this one jerk,
She is also known as a maid,
I always want her to fade,
She is given more value,
About which I have no clue,
My mother thinks of her as a helper,
And I am not valued in my own shelter,
She just washes dishes and sweeps the floor,
When I come she doesn't even open the door,
It looks like I am a dummy,
Totally dependent on my unreliable mummy.
The maid always takes holidays,
But then her salary is raised,
If I ask for a holiday at school,
To school I am chased,
When she doesn't come to work,
My mom is a hell lot worried,
But when I stay out for stay overs,
All worries for me are buried,
After all I am her child,
Not a dog out in wild,
But she still prefers the maid over me,
Neglecting me with glee.