it’s presence dominates and intimidates
casting a sinister shadow across the room
the darkness only serving to magnify it’s proportions
the daily increase in size daunting
It towers over me, devouring ever more space
I try to attack it with an iron like will
but it’s never enough to stem it’s persistent growth
pressing it, does nothing to diffuse the situation
if I flatten it today….
it will only shapeshift and re-form tomorrow
there’s no escape….
Letting off steam isn’t going to help
I might as well shut up
and put up….
…the ironing board!