Scouring Self-Loathing

Evict me from this grimy house My son asked me what self-loathing is His home still occupied with laughter I was taken aback by his cleanliness I told him it gathers like dust over time Sweep my house free of grime Adults self-loathe their homes best I bade him to keep his house clean I spoke from my home in unrest With words from a dirty hypocrite How do I dust things so unworthy? Aged I covet this grimy restlessness Ushering demons to trash this nest Self-loathing is self-destructive It starts with a back door ajar It ends with a house in flames Invite you through the front door Into these charred walls of hate? You turn back time full of soil You give me rest in my lazy-boy For a lifetime I’ll make amends Comforting fractured self-loathings Till there is nothing left to break Someday I won’t bang these walls I’ll wait for you on my uncomfy couch Hoping my son’s house stays clean Hoping my elbow grease makes neat When the master returns to mine Will this residence be unoccupied? Will it be swept clean and put in order? Will I have a response to self-loathing? Then I’ll be led out hand in hand After remodeling this divided space No longer foolish to tear a home down