A Clean Evolution by Annaleigh Watts

I have not scrubbed in days
I have not scrubbed in weeks
Presenting a challenge
You only think you can face

Comb my hair for me,
Yes it's true I'm such a mess
But dear, cannot you realize
these are signs of deep distress

A wretched scream
Look, I'm so busy
with these screams
I've no time
for exfoliation

If cleanliness
is next to Godliness
then I am far
so far away
I die every day
to see my face
shine into
the sun.