The feeling of the water
As it runs over my bare skin
The soap forming bubbles that pop
In lathered delight
It is pure ecstasy for me
The feeling of the water on my skin
Soothing me of the torment
From the man who sneezed
And shook my hands
Not a worry for him
If I should catch the damn thing
What ever it was that made him sneeze
Filthy and uncaring fool who sneezed
Did you see him sneeze?
And then shake my hand with
All them germs and things
Crawling around like Greeks in Troy
But soap and water are my allies
Nuclear bombs to filthy bugs
Boom!
Washed
Removed
Erased
Zapped
Wicked little crawling things meet your demise
The great war of my lifetime
Ended with the soothing feel
Of soap and water
Running over my bare skin
Vincent Coster
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-obsessive-compulsives-thoughts-on-washing-his-hands/
