I Swept Your Floors

You shimmered and shone like a showroom appliance,

As smooth brushed aluminum, bright modern sheen,

With Teflon aloofness, repelling defiance,

So much soiled paper had kept your skin clean.

But, I swept your floors,

I swept your floors,

I scraped out your gutters, I carried your chores,

I guaranteed comforts, And held open doors,

I tested your poisons, I fought in your wars.

I, transparent atmosphere through which you passed.

Your world, but ethereous medium which,

Floats opulent answers to questions unasked,

And glory entitled to meaninglessness.

But, I swept your floors,

I swept your floors,

Your proud parade line trode my spine for support,

I cheered through clenched teeth despite burdens I bore,

I watered the well, I replenished the stores.

Yet you noticed nothing, while surfing your bliss,

On springs, sweetly suckled, with un-pondered source.

Now found, golden crowns, of bejeweled helplessness,

Adorning machines with the gearwheels divorced.

Cause I swept your floors,

Yes, I swept your floors,

As you washed away blood with the sweat from my pours,

I swept through your greatness and grandeur, and gore.

Where now, shall you walk that I sweep them no more?