The Cleaner

THE CLEANER . . . When I was younger, I just wanted to be a cleaner After watching all the espionage films, I did gleaner But, saying this all they did, was hand me a brush Thinking to myself, you have got it all wrong mush I swept the floors, thought this isn’t getting me far When I said cleaner, I meant cleaner & not the char I grew to regret my remarks, as more brooms I got Until one day I thought, I’ve just had my flipping lot Did 007 or Charles Bronson - start at the same level If so, did they have the pleasure of a auto dust devil Sucking in all the bad guys into their strong vacuums While alas I’m still stood here holding all the brooms So I thought just maybe, there is not a real difference Just a different way in the art - of the hit deliverance Sweeping away the cob webs, as if they are bad guys As each bit of dust hit the dust, one of bad guys dies Power of thought, is quite amazing, all said and done But hiding in the bushes, sounds a little bit, more fun Indiana Shaw . . . : )