After I had absolved the blemish catharized the defect cleansed the flaw purged the smudge purified the spatter scoured the stain scrubbed the stigma washed the tarnish, I then lustrated and polished the floor shined and waxed the surface. I never thought my cleanliness would kill me. Until a slickery slip Left me lying here Looking up at my kitchen ceiling. Now my eyes dim into dull faint gloominess.
