hunker up

At some point I've got to
hunker down. Start doing
the dishes again. Relearn 
how to bathe, and when 
without relying on visual
or olfactory cues. Laundry 
always needs to get done, yet
somehow never just yet. I know
how it works, how to make
whole operations run. No dares
no bets no very best guess,
the procedure's all laid out
plain to one. Which is all
the majority I've got to best.
Knuckle down, knuckle down!
Make myself somehow
knuckle under to my own
tyrannical rule! Time 
for teachable moments!
This servant of mine (who
is quite inconveniently also
a fool) must lean who boss
is, calling the shots. And why
we must all pull together
in spots. It's unfortunately not
a democracy. More fiat 
self-rule, rejected 
by veto, equally cool 
and collected in ways 
that nobody really needs 
to see.