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Greg Oosterhouse
Grand Rapids, MI

Please Pass The Oven Cleaner

My mind is laced with filth and dirt,
After hearing multiple usage of a certain word.
The word is now making itself known
By repeating itself, making my mind over-blown.

When will it stop? When will it cease?
Until it goes away, there will be no peace.
The word lingers as a continuously picked at sore,
Driving me crazy, and making me want to shout all the more.

Not a bar of soap,
But oven cleaner will give me hope
For cleaning out not only my mind,
But also the mouths of those who put the word to the wind.

Why must they also emphasise it?
Must they spread their filth across the planet?
They only make themselves out to be fools,
For using such language alleged to be cool.

Jesus said let your yes be yes and your no, no.
He, I'm sure is appalled and distraught at such blatant show.
While others litter the air with their filthy haze,
May I cleanse it with words of blessings and praise!
Greg Oosterhouse
Monday, October 23, 2006
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