An ode to the lifeblood of society both past and present <br />The multitude of souls who break their spirits to present <br />Many invisible services to residents who resent <br />The smell of soiled clothes without their written consent <br /> <br />Or dirty fingernails that fix their home to their content <br />And fill their rooms with all varieties of foreign content <br />From all continents <br />Where beleaguered joints can make them look prominent <br /> <br />By spinning threads into patterns or metal into confident <br />Shapes that allure the senses and induces false confidence <br />Amongst others who toil under the same notion <br />That if they work hard enough <br />They’ll gain the boss’s devotion <br /> <br />Unaware the head office needs them more than they <br />Need the head office to provide them with pay <br />For without dirty fingernails and smelly clothes <br />What’s to stop the garbage from piling up in rows? <br />Who’s to handle all the folks with the tags on their toes? <br />Where can one go to drown away all their woes? <br /> <br />So <br />The next time you walk by and turn up your nose <br />Know <br />That when it comes back down and you look around <br />You might have to check your nails <br />And take a whiff of your clothes<br /><br />P.R. Prosper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirty-fingernails-and-smelly-clothes/
