Monday, October 13, 2008


Wipe the grime off, brush the cobwebs aside,Open the windows and let the light in.
Hold my breath (but not too long)
As the bulldozer sweeps away
The dust mites’ kingdom.
Pray hard that the dudus ain’t litigious
‘Cause I just did away with their precious habitat.
The spiders are demonstratin’,
The house centipedes feastin’,
And the fruit flies hiding in the corner.
Apocalypse is bearing down on them:
“The end of the world! The end of the world!”
And you!
You just stand there watching,
Doing nothing to help them,
Doing nothing to give me a hand.
You compose silly sonnets in your mind
As the grease gives way to suds,
And I scrub the kitchen floor,
Mop it up and wipe it dry.

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