I picked up a new washing machine last week…

     well, really, it was used free,

but i had to go pick it up, so I asked my roommates to accompany me,

As so, we loaded it up, dragged it home,

hooking it in, to find,

that it really doesn’t work.  Perfect!

And that’s really just the beginning of my dirty laundry phase

at least the awareness of its stench so

back to the laundromat I went… to hang out my shit

all out in the open like nobody’s bitchin’ business,

but hey, it’s only 2 dollar and fifty cents a load now, witness

       (inflation’s a bitch)

and when I look at all the shit I could should just lay out no the table all available

it becomes, unforable for one reason or another to speak of such wonders and secrets locked inside a basket case that only wishes to be set free I shudder, readily,

you all know it how good it feels to be honest, and honestly, tragically…

 ….lately, I’ve forgotten who i am,

so I dig through my laundry, to remind me, of where I’ve been….

Hiding behind silent disgust,

trust used to be enough, but once disrupt, I find sometimes