HELP!

HELP!

"Help" I cried
Can't they see
It's way too much
For just one me

If I fell
Right on my chin
Maybe then
They'd all pitch in

So many jobs
Would be much lighter
Mountain climber
Fire fighter

Yesterday
My life seemed cursed
Now today
Is ten times worse

Eight days a week
Are not enough
To make my way
Through all this stuff

Perhaps I need
A revolution
That could be
The best solution

Fire and shot
Steel and blade
Just might get
My point well made

Perhaps then I
Would get my wishes
And the kids
might do the dishes