All bunched up in the basket 

Soft, rough, heavy, light

Poured out on the floor awaiting arrangement 

A heavy sigh of the folder: Loud and blunt 

Repetition is grueling and dull 

But they know it needs to be done 

Without cleanliness and tidiness, nothing will pay off

Clothes will stink and the mood will negatively shift 

To avoid, they cave 

The only excitement are the new articles 

Few and far between that one spends their limited wealth on

It requires preparation, time, and practice it takes to fold, to afford 

The process is most grueling 

Many do it but only few understand the intricacy 

And the art that is putting oneself out there

I have to push through

It must be done

It will pay off