Dirt… ugh

Weird Poetry

If the dirt stays hidden,

Cached between cushions, behind book cases, and under furniture,

You will never think to clean it.

It will just stay there

And collect more dirt

And maybe become home to maggots and vermin

And get grosser

By the day,

By the minute,

By the second.

Just nasty.

Just… ew.

But if you pull the ottoman away from its usual spot,

You will give light to the dirt

So it can be noticed

And appreciated

And (maybe) forgiven

And perhaps swept the fuck up

And thrown away.

You wouldn’t have been able to do any of that

If you hadn’t pushed that glorified stool out of the way

In the first place

To bring the dirt to light

Or light to the dirt,

Either/Or.

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❤👽

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*** You’re a neat freak, and it shows, Sweet Cheeks. ***

*** I most definitely am. I don’t allow much dirt to remain uncleaned unless I don’t know it’s there, and need other eyes to see it. ***

5 thoughts on “Dirt… ugh

      1. You’re welcome….”You wouldn’t have been able to do any of that If you hadn’t pushed that glorified stool out of the way In the first place To bring the dirt to light Or light to the dirt, Either/Or.”….”to bring dirt to light Or light to the dirt”…. it’s quite deep when I read this while my heel are grounded on the hill so steep…so now you know 😉

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