Wash away the sins I have,
and also the smell of bins on my hands
Cleanse my inner being,
hope the wife can't hear me wee-ing
From head to toe, complete refresh!
Except I still have awful breath
Deep heat warming up weary cold bones!
Soon as you're in, someone always phones
A ritual shared by millions worldwide,
Heading to work with sweet smelling pride
Just to come back home covered with stink and sweat
Shower's waiting!
Jumping straight in?
You bet!
Original poem by Mark Nicolson
January 4th 2018
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