Get those dust out of the cupboard
Wash it with disinfectant of curiosity
Find what is hidden under those linings
You might see some secrets
Kept in the nook of your thought.
Featherdust those ugly particles of malice
In the cupboard kept so long ago
Bring them up to the top view
There, give them a real display
Your words of greed are nicely parade.
Cleanse the shelves with dignity
That others may breathe with decency
Don't push them away to the tray
In the bin of deceitful catastrophy
They come to want your harmony.
~greenmeadow~
2/17/2006