day seven

Prompt #1: I want you to write a clean poem. Take this however you wish. Clean language, clean subject matter, or cleaning the dishes. Of course, some twisted few will automatically link "cleaning" with hired hitmen. That's okay, as long as your poem is somehow linked to clean.



whiter than white

some people
are cleaner than others
you know
they rub and they scrub
they stitch and sew
their houses are shrines
to the stern god of clean
if there are gaps
well they scrub in between
the washing flaps whiter than white
on the line
so neatly pegged out
these folks take the time
to do what they must
in the very best way
and never leave things
for a still to come day
the furniture shines
the bedding is fresh
the children all glow
from their over washed flesh
if they drink from a cup
it is soon washed and dried
put back in the cupboard
where cups should abide
the windows are cleaned
once a week if not more
the sun's pouring in
making beams on the floor


how i wish my house looked
as perfect as theirs
you would never find dust
not even upstairs
but somehow i find
i have so much to do
like sleeping and smoking
and going to the zoo ...

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