I’ve scraped the bottom of a fish tank I never owned one of those sucker fish Saturdays that’s when I would clean the tank I never liked it When you scrape the tank all that green stuff floats around a gets stuck on your hand I didn’t like that I don’t like having ***** hands It tells people where I’ve been I don’t want people knowing where I’ve been I don’t like to have been where I’ve been I’d prefer I never was I tend to tell people I never was You can’t do that when you have dirt on your hands I wash my hands The sink knows where I’ve been I forget a lot of things my sink knows My sink knows a lot of things When I was my hands I use soap just to make sure I don’t online date I don’t need to I have a girlfriend She doesn’t wash her hands I know where she’s been I can see how many times she scraped the tank She hasn’t scraped the tank too much Not as much as I have More than she knows I have But less than my sink knows If she ever knew she wouldn’t stay I buy new shoes a lot No dirt I don’t like the dirt The dirt gives me away I hide from my dirt Dirt is hard to hide from It floats It floats in the air I stir up when I run away from it My girlfriend doesn’t look behind me She will one day I can’t stop it She’ll leave me I’ll wash my hands I’ll forget My sink won’t forget She will not wash her hands She won’t forget I got rid of my fish tank I won’t scrape it anymore I never like doing that Too much dirt I’ll just **** the garden My sink will know She will not Tomorrow will come before I am ready It always does Why wouldn’t it It doesn’t know me Doesn’t sympathize for my problems Today’s dirt will still be there tomorrow Tomorrow’s dirt is not here yet I can’t wash the dirt before my hands touch it My sink won’t let me She asked my sink It told her She’s gone now She has clean hands She has clean shoes She has clean knees I have soapy hands I have new shoes The stains on my knees won’t come out So I wear pants I stopped weeding my garden It’s too ***** I had potatoes They were too ***** I asked tomorrow what its dirt will be It won’t tell me I can’t wash out dirt I don’t have on my hands yet My sink won’t forget I learn my lessons from my mistakes I have not learned all of my lessons I have not made all my mistakes.
A collection of poems by me is available on Amazon Where She Left Me - Michael DeVoe http://goo.gl/5x3Tae