Come on guys, don't argue
I don't want force you
It's a gift from the heavens
Don't you agree?

How can you say that?
But no time for chit-chat
Let's just get this work done
And finally be free.

Cleaning's my life
And when I'm feeling down
Scrubbing the floors
Always removes a frown
The windows panes
Reflect the struggles in my life
I make a new path
And wash away my strike.

New path, so what's the use
Just give me a break
Old friends will still leave
Distress in their wake.

Everyone seems lazy
While I'm going crazy
To clean up the mess that
Others will leave.

But what we do's inconsequent
I learned that from the internet
No question I'm a nicer host
I don't mean to boast.

No one needs to like you
If you like yourself
Just brush off your hardships and
Wipe them from the shelf
Sometimes the outside world just
Feels so demeaning
But it doesn't close in if you just
Keep on cleaning!