I've learned to hate washers
I don't mean the kind
With nuts and bolts and stuff...
I mean the clothes cleaning kind..
They've got me foaming at the mouth!!!
I'm about to lose my friggin' mind!!!
They either spit out soapy water
To puddle up my floor
Or they can get
far more sinister...
Oh yes, they're capable of more!
Just now I have a small complaint,
I guess it won't kill me...
But my rinse cycle will not work
And why that should be,
So smart to know I ain't!
And I'm tired, as you can see...
These soap flaked clothes
Do itch and rash,
Bring upon my skin
i get so friggen' frustrated..
And I know it is a sin,
But one more time it does that
I'll drop a handgrenade in!
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