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You Can’t Just Mop It Up


Woah bro 

Real life slips in like the 

Spaghetti that four year old is watching

Fall from fork to floor 

Tragedy sweeps the earth in the 

Breathless, unforgiving strokes of 

Your mom cleaning before house guests arrive 

We watch in the same abstract horror that

Comes from watching your dog piss 

On your freshly vacuumed carpet 

Not quite helpless but passive 

Disgusted 

Horrified 

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