Wooshtup. Wooshtup. Wooshtup.
You out-of-balance washing machine,
You agitated agitator.
You, you come around
and around and around
to the same things again
and again and again
I didn’t see it comingI don’t deserve this
I gave him the best years of my life
Wooshtup. wooshtup. Wooshtup.
We all watched and we all new
that you both stopped loving each other.
It was in our eyes
and his eyes
and in your eyes
it was coming to
Woosh-tup Woosh-tup Woosh-tup
I see you rear up on your corners
like a wild animal trying to break through a square, metallic cocoon.
I see that if you are the washer then he is the dryer.
There is smoke–
Is that smoke? coming from the laundry room of your matrimony.
Did anyone, in all those years of marriage,
Clean the lint trap?