The Bachelors Prayer
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Dear Lord, our God,
in heaven above.
Whose boundless heart,
is filled with love.
Why did you make
my laundry skills
as useless as 
a bird with gills?

I cannot wash.
I cannot fold.
My colors mix
the new with old.
And now my socks,
are blue and pink.
My jeans are wet.
My shirt still stinks.

Dear Lord, Oh God,
why can't I cook?
Why do my eggs
end up like gook?
I burn my toast.
I can not bake.
Cookies and pies,
I DARE not make.

Dear God, do tell,
is there some rune
to tell me why
to clean my room?
To make my bed?
To sweep my floor?
To wash the plates
I've used before?

Oh God, I wish
I had these skills.
For home cooked meals,
I'd surely kill.
But beer and chips
are what I'll take.
Until I find
a helping mate.