Moon009
07-30-2009, 05:36 PM
I know it doesn't sound interesting, but this is a kind of spur of the moment poem. Just random thinking. Tell me what you think. Please? If you all don't hate me too much for providing you all with this piece of creative mess? I think I thought too much on this one and messed it up.
The Dish Washer
Dip the plate, wipe it clean
Rinse it off, dry it
Put it away
Squeaky clean
Day by day
Hour by hour
Like a mantra of the hands
What's this?
This one's not washing away
Oh well, put it with the hopeless dishes
Begging to be cleaned
Of past mistakes
I wash them perfectly
Still no thanks
Energy washing down the drain
Wasting away my life
Fixing others
The sour milk stains,
medium rare burger runover
sticky meals of lies, sex,
And murderous acts
The others though
Cry out for cleansing
Beg to be rid of the pain
Of consequences
I have no heart to turn them away
So I scrub harder
Longer
Rinse longer
Harder
All of hopeless has been cleansed
Dried
Put away
Squeaky clean
The Judgment Passer
The Judged
The Cleanser
The Filth
The Corrector
The Human Being
The Dishwasher
Me? Well I
Dip the plate, wipe it clean
Rinse it off, dry it
Put it away
Squeaky clean?
Never was
Never will be
Please give constructive criticism on this. I just thought this up when my mom wanted us to wash the dishes and I was all mad and like "Imma spend the rest of my life washing dishes. Cleaning everyone's filth other than my own." So thus this mess was hatched.
The Dish Washer
Dip the plate, wipe it clean
Rinse it off, dry it
Put it away
Squeaky clean
Day by day
Hour by hour
Like a mantra of the hands
What's this?
This one's not washing away
Oh well, put it with the hopeless dishes
Begging to be cleaned
Of past mistakes
I wash them perfectly
Still no thanks
Energy washing down the drain
Wasting away my life
Fixing others
The sour milk stains,
medium rare burger runover
sticky meals of lies, sex,
And murderous acts
The others though
Cry out for cleansing
Beg to be rid of the pain
Of consequences
I have no heart to turn them away
So I scrub harder
Longer
Rinse longer
Harder
All of hopeless has been cleansed
Dried
Put away
Squeaky clean
The Judgment Passer
The Judged
The Cleanser
The Filth
The Corrector
The Human Being
The Dishwasher
Me? Well I
Dip the plate, wipe it clean
Rinse it off, dry it
Put it away
Squeaky clean?
Never was
Never will be
Please give constructive criticism on this. I just thought this up when my mom wanted us to wash the dishes and I was all mad and like "Imma spend the rest of my life washing dishes. Cleaning everyone's filth other than my own." So thus this mess was hatched.