Her Moms An Angry Cleaner
HER MOM’S AN ANGRY CLEANER
I’ve gone stark raving mad. That’s what we ladies do. Cleaning rag in hand, vacuuming the crumbs, tossing dishes like flying saucers. She says, I’m an angry cleaner. Perhaps she’s right. Do not be within the proximity, the border, the one I draw around myself. Do not come into the room saying, “What’cha doin’?” Because chap, it’s quite obvious and the winds of war are going to blow. Do you see that gray cloud...hear the booming thunder? The anvil’s about to fall. You, sir, are on the chopping block. Do you see my feet kick back, Pig-Pen’s dust and dirt swirling around my head. Do you know a Brownie must never be caught? If you knew these things, why’d you step out of line? Go back inside your “doggie container” Later, I’ll clean that out too...when you fly to third world countries. For now you see a witch upon her broom, cackling out “shoo!”
10/18/2018
Pig-Pen - character from Peanuts comic
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