Concentrated Shampoo

jubilant january

Delightful how it looks when we scrub ourselves

With, suds with brushes tingling on our skin

The concentration of one to complain about

The meditation of the populace

Thinking wildly to themselves of moving down the road

To an environmentally friendly world

Wears weary lines of fallen trees in a forest grown for us

And also in the swimming pools

We concentrate shampoo

To make it last until the earth revolves around the sun

And until every human service is bubbled down to a single man operation.

Concentrate on eating

Before eating concentrates upon you.

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