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Though I Be But a Janitor

Though I am but a Janitor
Roger White
A dim yellow light filters the tiny room with shadow and pale glow.
In a bucket - trickle, splash, whirl, woosh, trickle.
The door groans and quietly latches. Wheels squeak, rubber soles shuffle slowly on tile floor.
A little lost, a little lonely, yet content in his solitude, the janitor leads on

Cheers For the Janitor

As corporate cogs go home for the day
Offices empty, regaining their still. 
Serene and reflective, sweeping away 
Janitor’s magic unfolds, if you will.

His footfalls echo as the dusk falls fast, 
Away from the noise, he’s working the night. 
Crucial starry role in a one man cast 
Sheds sparkle and shine by the morning light. 

Wonder

Cheers For the Janitor

Did you know
At the community hall
The janitor cleans
For no pay at all

Quietly cleaning
Day and night 
Crumbs and wrappers 
In his sight 

He never complains 
He just gets on 
Busily cleaning 
Til all is gone 

Modestly staying 
Out of view 
He seeks no praise 
From me or you 

Even leaving behind 
Gifts for us all
Droppings aplenty

Cheers For the Janitor

CHEERS FOR THE JANITOR

I suppose I may be found in cluttered closets
Or in empty rooms after hours I’m prowling
Cleaning up so many unmentionable deposits
That’s partly why they say I’m often scowling

My job is neither management nor education
Just all the manual tasks that others do reject
It’s hardly reflected in my low remuneration
So my grumpiness is not

The Janitor

He's a hard worker,
Charged, Oh! Heavenly laden,
Of stick and broom.

Janitor Ghost

When the owls are out of town
his studded boots kick-up featherless hoots.
He is the creak and groan of tired wood,
The splutter of an old aircon
yet more;
all inexplicable noises belong to him.
He crawls through crawl spaces to prop up places.
A chunky phantom who tinkers with gurgling drains.
He's the one who unplugs the unpluggable,
then trips the fuse

The Janitor Ghost

When the owls are out of town
his studded boots
kick-up featherless hoots
from struts, studs and props.

He is the creak and groan of tired wood,
the cough and splutter of the A/C.
yet he is more;

all inexplicable noises belong to him.
He owns each nook and cranny
rents out crawls-spaces 
to those that crawl.

I hear him stumble
bent between the rafters
of starless

God the Janitor

In our congress there's a sleeper cell. 
They'll not cherish our moment of silence
for the three thousand souls that fell~
They despise the colors of our flag...
the blood that was sacrificed for their right
to talk smack and wear those fancy rags~

They've no respect for our history
they plot and scheme to overtake.
They'll use our freedoms against us
our

Dead Roach Activity

The dead roach with its upended crinkly legs
has been lying in the windowsill for at least four weeks.
I would get rid of it, except...
nothing has amused me for years half as much
as people's horrified reactions when they notice her.
This poor ugly black dead thing.
I have decided to have a tiny plaque made, and a little

The Stockbroker and the Janitor

What a stockbroker did to a man was humiliating and demeaning.
He constantly laughed at a man because his job involved cleaning.
The stockbroker thought he was better than this man because he was a janitor.
One day he had taken enough of his crap and he knocked the stockbroker to the floor.
Sadly, the janitor was fired for

The Janitor

The Janitor
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

He takes the wipe and aims
At the drip of urine
He looks and concentrates
With deep ambition to
Wipe it clean and dry.

He marches proudly up and down
And flushes clean what's left behind
He walks here and there
And wipes whenever he can
He keeps it clean.

His face is brutal humble
He does not grumble
It is no trouble
To clean a

Unquotable Quotes: Janitor, Gardienne, Portero, Sereno, Hausgast -Xxxii Part Two

Unquotable quotes: The Janitor, Gardienne, Landlady, Housekeeper, Portero, Sereno and the Hausgast –XXXii Part Two

The duties of the Housekeeper in the U.K. par rapport au Portero in Spain or the Gardienne in France is that the former is a sort of “official” who supervises the activities of others who carry out the menial jobs in

Unquotable Quotes: Janitor, Gardienne, Portero, Sereno, Hausgast -Xxxi Part One

Unquotable quotes: The Janitor, Gardienne, Landlady, Housekeeper, Portero, the Sereno and the Hausgast – XXXI  Part One

Be they so named or not in these here parts, visions of shrieking furies with Gorgon heads and frightful temple-guardian Dvarapalas and Gothic Frankensteins with blood-dripping fangs and gnarled claws loom into view at the very thought of

The Janitor

Joe the janitor,
was working at area 51,
as usual till
there was no more sun, 
when suddenly the power went out,
got a flashlight from his janitor cart,
and quickly finished mopping the floor...
Noticing the now unlocked
highly classified door,
knew he shouldn't go in,
but his curiosity did win,
and saw a martian laying there,
when a fly buzzed right past him,
and Joe

Art Janitor

not down by the schoolyard
but trapped in janitor attire
shiny specks revealed beneath 
his dust
he OWNS it!
and controls
sweeping motions and
one more arm circle,
still not tired.
But cells shift into what
Kandinsky couldn't describe
in ever so many words
and so many COLORS.
Puff of breath reaches one arm out
once more
lurking around minute strength
from growing thin moon.
HIS boots are waning over dust
heavy

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