I’d rather buff text than scrub a tub
The shower defeats me
Grey scum burrows into grout
Blasts of blistering acids
Can’t get these bugs out
I prefer desks and sinks
Stainless steel I can bring to heel
Shining bright for at least a minute
The virus is a messy cleaner
At first she just cracks the surface
Sniffles, gunks in and out
But next she goes real deep
Whitens brains, scorches hearts
Tickers turn time bombs
Then there’s that ground glass lung thing
Like trying to breathe through balsa
She, too, has her favorites
Old over young, fat above thin
She moves in and stays
As long as you may have
She’s teaching me to deep deep clean
It’s a bit like love
What you can’t see can kill