It's like someone twisted the lid off a jar
But spilled the content
They still hold the lid
But the container got dropped
What good is the lid
Without the jar
And how will we ever clean the mess up
If everybody just keeps tracking through it
It's like smelling dog shit on your shoes
And then continuing to walk all the way through your house anyway
And then finally looking down and realizing it's everywhere
Do we only just realize we have done this when the gag becomes to much
And the stomach revolts until there is nothing left but dry heaves
Do we wallow in it because we have become so sick that we are to weak to clean up the mess
Or do we drag ourself in our weakened state to fill a bucket of water with bleach and pinesol
And start to clean up the mess that our house is now in.