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
WHO LEFT THAT
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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