The Cleaning Women
by Matt | Published on October 31st, 2007, 12:04 pm | Life
The cleaning woman is out to get me.She is evil.
She torments, don't you see?
The cleaning woman is not an employee of the business I work for.
She works for the contract cleaning service we use.
She is an outsider with free access to go anywhere, unnoticed, unassumed, like a ghost of lore.
I know you, cleaning woman.
You pretend to be innocent.
But you play your cerebral head games.
When I hear your plastic cleaning cart coming, with its one wobbly wheel, I cringe.
Wobble, wobble
Wooble, wobble
You time your routine to disrupt mine.
You show up to clean the bathroom when I have to go.
I try to keep it a secret, but somehow you know the right time.
Wooble, wobble
Wobble, wobble
I try to alter my routine, using other bathrooms to elude.
But you lie in wait.
Waiting to interrupt my moment of solitude.
Wobble, wobble
Wobble, wobble
You do not rely on surprise
You prefer the slow build of anticipation
Torturing me slowly as I wonder about my privacy's demise.
Wobble, wobble
Wobble, wobble
At lunch you run your vacuum, every day, with its sad drone.
How do our carpets get so dirty from yesterday?
Why do you wait to run it until I'm on the phone?
Wobble, wobble
Wobble, wobble
How do I combat your scheme?
Do I hope to outlast you?
Or is escape from your torment simply a dream?
Wobble, wobble
Wobble, wobble
I cannot tell others for they think me insane
If I try to explain the effects of your maddening sound
It will only be in vain.
Wobble, wobble
Wobble, wobble
We know each, cleaning woman, we know each other well
Who will win our war?
Only time will tell.