I can’t stand it

The mess on the table

It’s making me itch

Imagine the microscopic germs

Enjoying their environment

Crumbs, dirt, and germs

All holding hands

Imagine them growing

My skin is burning

I need to scratch

The idea of that mess

Who would leave that

I want to know


I can’t keep from scratching

I grab the wipes and quickly clean it

Germs drowning in the cleaning rag

The dirt all gone

The mess no more

Itch no more

Skin burns no more

All is right in the world

Still wondering who left that mess

Who hates me so much

I don’t have a problem

I just like things clean

Day #186 SJD
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