WingSpan Poetry Project


Dirty Laundry

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Can’t wash away the words
written in permanent ink.
Can’t cleanse the soul.
Wash them down the sink.

Shove that dirty laundry
in someone else’s machine.
Maybe they’ll make it brighter.
Maybe they’ll get it clean.

Dirty little demons
grunge your unclean world.
Try some holy water.
Take it for a whirl.

Scrub until your knuckles bleed.
Rub till there’s a hole.
Can’t get your dirty laundry clean
It’s stained your very soul.


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