I Wash My Hands Clean Of You Poem by Randy McClave

Keep all my junk that's in the trunk
Keep all my stuff I have had enough
And keep all of my things, my clothes and rings
As I wash my hands clean of you.

Keep all that I had, I won't get mad
Keep all that I bought, that I had sought
And keep all that I did earn, which you refused to return
As I wash my hands clean of you.

Keep all that's in the house, even the louse
Keep all of the lies, and also the sighs
And keep all the promises broke, and all in the poke
As I wash my hands clean of you.

Keep all of the tears, over the days and years
Keep all of the bull, and stay the fool
And keep all the gifts given, you're forgiven
I just washed my hands clean of you.

Randy L. McClave