Let’s
face it
Cleaning
house sucks
Who
wants to pick up
For
no good reason?
That’s
why we have parties
I
love having people over
Socializing
and associating
Chatting
about this and that
It’s
the only reason I can get behind
To
do the good cleaning job
The
one where you actually clean
Not
just clear pathways through the debris
And
it really isn't that hard
I shouldn't put it off
But
I need a celebration
To
put the giddy-up in my go
Make
that extra effort
Move
out the fridge and the oven
Face
the horror of collected slime
Rouge
milk caps and cereal bits
Missing
toys and hair bands
Somehow
forming an impenetrable goo
I
mean really
It’s
a wonder we aren't sick
I
think to myself
As
I scrape up the insect speckled ooze
Slop
it into the mop bucket
I
figure it’s an immunity thing
Built
up from incremental exposure
To
certifiably toxic materials
I
sit back and wipe my brow
Bask
in the collecting chemical odor
Steaming
off the extra hot water
Signaling
a return to cleanliness
But
there is no time to rest
The
guests are almost here
I
can ponder later as I shower
The
wonders of the immune system
The
inspirational power of incentive
And
the composition of the run off
Streaming
down in black tinged rivulets
From
various parts of my body
As
I sing into the pulsating spray of water
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