Listen To Me

Molly Maid came in and cleansed house top to bottom,
you looked behind the cupboards and things go rotten;
what a job - like Boy George cleaning toilets in New York,
caught with drugs - so didn't he have any better work?

This cleaning can get out of control, behind your ears,
I see your kitchen, all in place, specially as Easter nears;
they washed their feet and hands before any entering,
cleansed, ready to enjoy what wonderful food may bring.

They listened to him as he stood on a hill and spoke,
for all to hear, across the board, no mention of stupid woke;
a different sort of cleansing, taking dust from the soul,
there is a chance if you renege, you might end up whole.

You might iif you swallow your words, stop thinking always right,
listen to me, we all may wish for things to be shining bright.