For A Minimal Fee

Dishwashing therapy I’d swear by- Alone, in the kitchen, I stand; Warm soapy water runs down the dishes, And, armed with sponge in hand, I wrestle my inner demons; the Occasional tear drips down Into the muddied waters, all My sorrows go swirling down. I know my face is crinkling; The muscles all tight and tense. With wet cheeks and the sniffles, I try to find life’s recompense. The sink’s all empty by the time I’ve laid my grief aside. The dishes are clean and so my soul- New peace welling up inside. So if you’re feeling downcast And everything seems bleak- Just dump all of your sorrows Straight into the kitchen sink (For me the treatment is free of course- But I’ll send you my bill next week) .