The Cleaners
What's up with dry cleaners
What is it that they do
They're using nothing wet
What's this potion they use
Take our clothes to the back
Come back they're on the rack
You never smell anything on your clothes
What goes on in the back do you suppose
There's no sound of any machines going
Are they scraping with their nails, then blowing
Metal hangers, Ferris wheel of clothes
What actually goes on, nobody knows
Their always there to meet you at the desk
Why does it take a couple days, this quest
There can't be much room in the back of the place
The merry go round takes most of the space
Have you ever known someone in this business
Does it seem to you a little suspicious
No dry cleaners equipment ever for sale
To do the job, what does it entail
No matter how old, the business remains
Even the signs are old, no one complains
Next time your there, try to get to the back
Get some information, and get some facts
Maybe they send the clothes out somewhere
Don't you think we should be at least aware
Copyright © Tanis Troutman | Year Posted 2016
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