The Woolite Lectures Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Rubbing both sides of the collar of a dress shirt under cold tap water
Stopping only to apply liquid detergent between the folds of the collar and continuing to rub the sides together
Your collar has a yellowish tint and so do you
I wish there was something that could be rubbed into the folds of you
Through every atom and fiber and crease of beaten down consciousness

What a dream product! Here's my commercial endorsement….
He thought he had given it all and all that was left was a hollow shell
Now the color has come back into his cheeks and the color has come back into his comments
The rejuvenation of a non-entity
It normally takes three washings to completely remove ring around the collar
But while the shade may fade, he will always lack the vitality of bright hope
That which cannot be replaced or never existed at all