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