There was a long queue at the pharmacy.
It was not easy to wait in the summer heat.
The air conditioner could not cope enough.
The three young and comely chemists were efficient,
Still there were so many people waiting.
But I needed the medication, blast it.
Under the soft hum of fluorescent light,
the drugstore was too full.
The air smelt faintly of disinfectant,
Too clean for comfort.
Still the chemists worked hard and smiled.
Behind the counter,
Bottles and packets were chosen and packed.
The bells of the cash register chimed fast.
Sick people were served, some with an occasional cough.
Change was given, cards were swiped.
Finally, my turn arrived. I grimmed.
“Get me some arsenic. I’m tired of waiting.”
With a laugh, my friendly chemist
Handed me some pain killers.
“Have a nice day, my dear friend.”
I smiled, stuck my tongue out and dared the summer heat.
The thought of cleansing
Sedately conditions
Time for a pure and clean heart
Cleanliness leads to Godliness
Mr. Clean attended church
Listened to the preaching words
Every biblical word crossing Mr. Cleans mind
Being very tall, but height is not a requirement in Faith and God’s house
Time was ticking and tomorrow is not promised to anyone
Mr. Clean right there wanted to turn his life around, and went up to the altar call
He wanted his life to be showers of purity
Being a clean disinfectant
Serious Faith to live walking on Earth
Mr. Clean wanted his life to have a new birth.
Not a show off
Protection of course
The gym stands for exercise
Word to the wise
Proper training technique to emphasize
Keep sneakers and socks on
Smelly bare feet don’t belong
Be deodorant ready
Concentrate on training equipment lifting steady
Respect others as yourself
Don’t act like everybody else
Shower at the end
Make sure your workout clothes are clean
Otherwise, Lysol disinfectant spray will be the stream
Gym fresh
The gym is not a conversation place
Keep up the exercise pace
Exercise is not for a stiff
Show respect the whole time
Don’t disobey gym policy rules
Your membership could be terminated at discretion of the gym’s wish
Exercise is about body transform
Etiquette is the required norm.
he didn’t blink
when the light caught his face—
just stared like a dog too long in the rain.
no prayers,
no cries,
no family on the concrete bench.
he killed for sport,
like swatting flies—
and still the world made room for him.
the guards were tired,
the chaplain bored.
death smelled like disinfectant and steel.
he coughed once.
then again.
then silence.
nobody wept—
not even the devil.
Disinfectant Wipes
Disinfectant wipes are
the existing ancestors of
flour.
I'll show you everything I love,
Everything that has built me up.
I'll show you all my safeties
And all the things that have held me.
I know you will keep them
With the most delicate respect.
And anything that is hidden
I will dredge up from the trench
Because we cannot understand each other
Until we've seen each other's wounds.
I want you to know where I come from.
I want you to know the molds that have formed me.
I'll shoot myself with Cupid's d#mn bow.
I know you'll care for the aftermath.
You shot yourself with it first,
And we are each other's disinfectant.
Thank you.
I love you.
I cannot believe my luck.
why do we not hate our self more
a nudge of a beaker taken out of the fridge
its a big red button
we call it switch
Styles with a twit
ch
here before and still to follow
my train - of-thinks
all us trying to be someone else
i'm just trying not to be me
join the chorus
Putin has
only got one
bawl and cry
for your imaginary
friend
grab your money tight
it will burn quicker
in the suns might
every billion
could be split
a million ways
children dying everywhere
anywhere is too close
Politicians dancing while its people die
some starting fights
with their brothers
and don't get me started
my arm still hurts from disinfectant shot
Aliens are checking to see if we have died yet
Anywhys i waz talking about apathy
so i think i will suddenly sto
i dnot car
e about wher e I pu tmy le--------ers
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or your humanity
i'm just trying to get away
The Apocalypse is done
just stand outside
in the forever
nearing sun
Why those clammy hands of lasting grief
For an owner of a handkerchief?
Then, you are a forgetful kind,
Who few things keep in mind.
A full right I have to know
Or fully annoyed I shall grow
The last careless contact by your hand
Now, about to unleash microbial harm.
Why not often The Disinfectant
By you thought rather exorbitant?
A clogged left nostril you’re picking
And my fingers I’d be licking
After your palms against mine sticking
And in the end a time bomb ticking?
This happened to me twenty-two years ago. I thank God I am still alive.
I feel the ripple in my life's cycle,
impending risk that could rape my soul.
I look in the mirror, but no tears flow.
A virus cramps my shallow feelings,
an ominous glare that obscures.
The pungent smell of disinfectant
the impersonal looks of nursing aides,
the indifference of certain medics,
the fearful looks of other patients,
the smell of living death.
The surgeon comes,
examines,
prods,
feels
listens.
Like an auctioneer's hammer,
going, going, gone.
The verdict is announced,
a triple by-pass,
serious but operable.
"Don't worry, man!"
I look up at the wall
that surrounds my cell,
and see Him hung
on old worn wood.
Is it so difficult, Lord, to die?
Am I on my own in here?
Will I survive?
A tear trickles slowly down my cheek,
but now my inner self is lit.
I wake up from my stupor.
Life is a pattern,
mapped 'til our death,
but no man walks alone.
I smile,
I receive faith.
A glow illuminates my soul.
Tomorrow I may be dead,
but I am sure, Sweet Jesus,
I will survive, for meekly
I accept Your will.
I grope in the dark recess of my soul.
Where could I be?
Am I in some sort of terrifying coma?
Gasping, I smell a disinfectant,
found only in hospitals.
All around is darkness. And silence
broken only by something ticking,
a sort of rhythmic measure
that never stops. It hurts.
I feel the pounding of a headache.
No one seems around.
What's happening here?
Can someone explain this mysterious silence?
I scream but no one hears.
Not even I can hear. But I can feel.
I must be awaking.
Listen to the ticking machine.
It seems to echo my heart.
Eons after eons pass.
Then I hear soft footsteps.
But my eyes won't open.
Then I remember.
My eyes are bandaged.
An intervention urgently performed.
The pain increases. Madness.
A jab, and I am smothered into further darkness.
Silently I scream.
But no one, not even I hear.
and when?
My view of royalty
America next
3 words
inject and disinfectant
the ultimate reject
Missed Russia at Olympics
hope they miss me
Dont you get it yet
Stop me God
nope didn't think so
Devil come on up
but bring the crown
Universe stop me from this
breath
your luck i believe your here
A man with nothing but fear
never gonna be human
until i die
Can anything be more melodic than nature?
Birds, insects, wind, water, air
All amazing instruments of nature
Music continues unabated
Can anything be more beauteous than nature?
Trees, mountains, birds, insects, sky, water
Beautiful, colourful, bright and enchanting
Scenery keeps changing continuously
Can anyone be more perfect than God?
Every body part of all living beings carved to perfection
Eyes have outer skin, eyelashes, eyebrows and are sunken
Further salty water (natural disinfectant) keeps cleaning non-stop
Can anyone be more loving than God?
Still, we spend our day thinking of selfish humans
Shame on us!
30.05.2021
If I was making book,
I would not have far to look,
As making it to zero carbon would be first in the book,
With plenty of fools to be took.
If I wanted to expose a big fat lie,
Zero waste would be another sure thing,
I could look at before I die,
If honesty was my thing.
My third sure thing in my book,
To expose another lie,
That is spreading everywhere you look,
As zero crime will never be a thing.
If I was setting a realistic target to upset a book,
99.99 % would be a better look,
If you want a sustainable lie,
A little disinfectant will make it a sure thing.
It's time for a dose of disinfectant
Cleaning both house and home as expectant
Someone get the bleach
I plead and beseech
But not in the arm as an injectant
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