The clothes spake bitterly biting the teeth
When I sat to wash my clothe of the day,
"You the men of all classes
Move in the world of smoke and filth;
Make us dusty and dirty and stains
Attach the oil and grease and cheese
But strike us hard against the rock
Drop us in machine and ready with fist
toss and boss and twirl and twist
Pause not to ponder a while over the thought
That you do wrong but we to suffer? !
The best species in the world,
You do all such best thus you proved! "
Feeling horror at that counter claims
Just ran I inside with the pail in my hands
God! thank you for you didn't give voice to clothes to communicate with their users but only to the poets. my wife washes me with same words as i attach everything to them. now i found the reason! great creativity. long live poet!
Title sounds like...'Thus Spake Zarathustra'...But I can see that you embedded much depth in the body of the poem....nice one ma'am...nice thought too....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
baapre! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! i always attatch dust and oil and greese stains to my clothes!