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That mark that’s there, been bugging me
That little grubby mark, shape of a penny
I don’t clean me, hate cleaning things
I’m too lazy to even take out the bins
I’m doing something, tomorrow, maybe
Ain’t doing cleaning, me I’m free
It’s getting to me, that bloody mark
I’m gonna do it this cleaning lark
Block it out, life pushed away
Shit happens, clean it today.
Get the cream out and the brush
That’s not so hard now, what’s the fuss
Pissed off with this, pissed off with that
Scrub that wall bitch, whiten that black
World getting you down, all against you
Music full blast, listen to Muse
Plug in baby, psycho, madness
Scrub it away, all that sadness
Prodigy now, twisted firestarter
Bleeding ears, no need to barter
Throwing things away to drum and bass
Looking in mirror, wanna punch that face
Feeling down, no, adrenaline pumping
Screaming out mentally, heart thumping
I’m gonna clean you, clean you now
Scrub you off this planet, POW!
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Taken from Rhyming poetry to change your day by Philip Lister
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