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.