A Janitor’s Lament

The swish of the broom hides the breath of my sighs.
The splash of the mop drowns the sound of my cries.
Wet before dry, I got mud in my eye.
Dry before wet, the best you can get.

Scrub Scrub scrub

Dust on the edges and wipe down the shelf.
Growl of the sweeper, from inside myself.
Wet before dry, more grit in your eye.
Dry before wet, still dirty I’ll bet.

Scrub scrub scrub

Hid in the closet, the fears and the dooms.
A mop for all seasons, never too many brooms.
Wet before dry, it’s mud on the floor.
Dry before wet, it’s happened before.

Scrub Scrub Scrub

Through covid and blasto and monkey pox, too,
Keep plugging away though your route’s never through.
Clean on the clean before hitting the worst.
Dry before wet ’til you’re ready to burst.

Scrub Scrub Scrub

Drops on the rim, just cleaner you see.
I swab out my troubles and flush out to sea.
Wet before dry,
here’s to mud in your eye.
Dry before wet,
Adios and well met.

By Pappy from Screwball Kitchen