Clean, Clean, Clean Poem by Thomas Case

Why do some women worry so
much about the
outside?
Clean car,
clean dishes,
clean toilet,
clean face, clean little
bill of health,
clean credit rating,
clean dog, clean teeth,
clean floor?
What about the
inside?
The heart, the soul,
the conscience?

Hey, no.
I'm busy cleaning,
cleaning the carpet, the sink,
the garden.
For God's sake
what would the neighbors
think?

I have to clean the
tables, the ceilings, your
fingernails, ears and crotch.
And the bed that
we copulate in,
it's all dirty.
Dirty, dirty, dirty.
and the mirror…
just look at it.