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?

Anyone?

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

You see

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

And sadly

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.