It's fascinating how,
One can wake up and realize that
The world's NOT THE SAME as it was
The day before;
That happiness is an
It was as if,
There were neon letters flashing over my head advertising an
And a colony of
Enthusiasm-sucking parasites chanced upon me and said
And all they left was dirty dishes.
That's all I am:
Dirty dishes that pile up beside
Until they become such an eyesore that
Some Poor Soul
Has to brave the scraps and debris left behind by
Simply to rid their sink side of an
But who wants to spend precious moments of their
Cleaning someone else's dirty dishes?
So each piece of me is thrown into
And they leave me to move on with their life because
You live everyday.
You Only DIE Once,
But that's logical
And we can't have that
So they leave me in the dishwasher
That some dishes
Aren't dishwasher safe.
And do you know what happens
To dishes like these?