When Blue Turns To Grey
keep the fabric white as white,
rub away the stains of traitors
as they happen, overnight.
wash away the sleaze and slime,
fill the wash with sheer afflatus,
scrub away a grubby crime.
cleanse the guilty soul of sin;
for an extra few pesetas,
strip some layers from the skin.
soften any shade of grey,
rich performance indicators
rinsing any fuss away.
shift those stubborn spots of grot,
raise the profile and the status
when the water's not so hot.
smooth the sheets upon our beds,
then eat up the apparatus,
ripping everything to shreds.