A washing machine I am;
come touch my buttons
and see me spinning.
Shirts, pants, undies, and more;
get that sock off the floor;
you are all but one when the night befalls.
Big or small;
size doesn't matter;
it always has a stain.
Colored or plain;
they always complain
about the suds or the care.
Watch my door open
only to close again;
let me wash away your pain.
Who cares who's inside;
I will be empty again.
Are you leaving while I am spinning?
I am the washing machine.
I am full! I am loaded!
I have had it!
Let me tell you this and mark my words;
Life revolves around me,
it only stops when I cease to be!
Marwa Rakha
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-washing-machine/
