A washing machine I am; <br />come touch my buttons <br />and see me spinning. <br /> <br />Shirts, pants, undies, and more; <br />get that sock off the floor; <br />you are all but one when the night befalls. <br /> <br />Big or small; <br />size doesn't matter; <br />it always has a stain. <br /> <br />Colored or plain; <br />they always complain <br />about the suds or the care. <br /> <br />Watch my door open <br />only to close again; <br />let me wash away your pain. <br /> <br />Who cares who's inside; <br />I will be empty again. <br />Are you leaving while I am spinning? <br /> <br />I am the washing machine. <br />I am full! I am loaded! <br />I have had it! <br /> <br />Let me tell you this and mark my words; <br />Life revolves around me, <br />it only stops when I cease to be!<br /><br />Marwa Rakha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-washing-machine/
