Come on guys, don't argue

I don't want to force you

It's a gift from the heavens

Don't you agree?

How can you say that?

But no time for chit-chat

Let's just get this work done

And finally be free

Cleaning's my life

And when I'm feeling down

Scrubbing the floors

Always removes a frown

The window panes

Reflect the struggles in my life

I make a new path

And wash away my strife

New path, so what's the use

Just give me a break

Old friends will still leave

Distress in their wake

Everyone seems lazy

While I'm going crazy

To clean up the mess that

Others will leave

But what we do's inconsequent

I learned that from the internet

No question I'm a nicer host

I don't mean to boast

No one needs to like you

If you like yourself

Just brush off your hardships and

Wipe them from the shelf

Sometimes the outside world just

Feels so demeaning

But it doesn't close in if you just

Keep on cleaning!