Undelivered Letter to My Neighbors Dated November 9th 2016
You know, I never really liked cleaning up messes
Even my own
Usually I just humm my way through it,
Distracting myself from the monotony until the deed is done
I particularly can’t stand cleaning up other people’s messes
Anyone wanna guess why?
BECAUSE IT’S NOT MY JOB
But I woke up this morning to the biggest mess I’ve ever seen in my life
And now I’m left wondering what to do?
I sat up in bed this morning contemplating the magnitude of the mess
Just really letting it sink in, betwixt by the severity of the situation
This is no ordinary mess
It spans over 50 states and a few territories
It wreaks of bully mentality and backwards thinking
It’s almost like new stains show up every single day
Each one superseding the last in its ghastliness
This isn’t one of those messes you can’t clean up with your run of the mill cleaning supplies
No, As seen on TV products will save us
No, OxyClean strong enough to scrub this one out
Not even CLR will do
No, changing of the carpets,
No buffing or blending with some paint
No Windex-ing the windows
Or washing the walls
For now it seems nothing can be done
The culprits of this mess aren’t looking to take responsibility
If anything, they’re embracing the mess like some sort of new found liberation
A rrrrrreal statement piece
And they keep telling us that if we don’t like it, we should just leave
So, I’ve decided all I can do is let go and let God
And with that being said, I’ll see you guys in 8 years!
Cause ah, you know. I never liked cleaning up messes.
Especially when they aren’t my own.