Based on "The Road Less Travelled" by Robert Frost

Two pillows diverged-one yellow, one red,
Baffled at your weak attempt,
I asked you to make the effing bed,
Astonished that my request foresaid,
Was met with apparent contempt;
Then plucked the striped one from the floor 

Wondering what your bias means

To always choose it to ignore,
Because it is glossy with stiffer seams?
Afraid it might disrupt your dreams?
Perhaps its pattern you abhor…
Each throw this morning equally lay
In sheets no hand had pulled across
Same old shit, a different day!

Must it always be this way?
Your sloth becomes my albatross
I shall retell this with a sigh
Sometime years and years from now:
Two pillows diverged-one yellow, one red, and I-
I know that you are a wonderful guy
But make the bed, you DO know how.