The Karma Cleaners

The Karma Cleaners

Our house the battlefield of belongings,
“Why don’t you sort out?”
Books, Bed sheets, Boxes, Bras, Badminton Rackets and Balls,
Enough useless items to sell on market stalls,
Dirty pots breed and mercilessly multiply by the sink their angry little stained faces take over the kitchen, an army of the unclean covered in dirt and grime,
“Surely it’s your turn this time?”
Garters, Go Carts, Gym Cloths, Guitars, Games and a Golf Club,
“What part of: this needs doing now, meant okay after I go to the pub!!”
Wet towels like snakes sliver across the floor,
“I’m sure I told you to hang those towels on the door!!”
Fondue pots, Frog statues, empty Fish tanks and Fish Food,
“Sorry I didn’t get a chance to clean up but I can’t believe you are now in a mood!!”
Toys like termites terminate the space in which we sit they spread in numbers demolishing the house,
“One day I’m sure I will see a Mouse”
Hairdryers, Hand Warmers, Hot water bottles and old broken Heaters,
“You both brushed the crumbs under the carpets you little cheaters”

The weekend comes and we transform into a Butterfly,
No longer crawling in the dirt we can now reach for the sky,
We each take a room for operation clean up,
Like Olympic champions racing round wanting to win a golden cup,
The Pots like stars shining bright, making us wish for a great meal that night,
The Hoover like a vortex swallowing the world we used to know and taking us to another dimension,
And have I forgot to mention,
The toys now lay dormant and sleeping still,
As if they have been drugged as if they have taken some magic pill,
We breathe in polish we all work together,
Lifting heavy objects as if they were as light as a feather,
The house is like a feng shui palace,
Exterminated are bad feelings and any sense of malice,
Flowers, Candles and we all sit together and enjoy it,
But sooner or later this all goes to shit,
In a hurricane quicker than a blink of an eye,
The clean is gone, bye bye.