A Cleaning We Go With Bills In Tow!

We are going to clean today. We don't even need any spray. We don't need much at all. So much easier than cleaning a toilet at your hall. Those are as nasty as can be. But, meh, so is where the cat goes to pee.

You've got no wealth.
But you've got your health.
Or so they say.
Then they come for pay.

Obvious as can be.
Obvious to you and me.
At least I hope so.
If not, check for an alien glow.

And you're even clean.
Clean and serene.
That has to make you happy.
Even if the bill makes you sappy.

You have a clean bill of health.
A little less wealth.
Or maybe a lot less.
But come now, confess.

Doesn't that sound grand?
Let's spread it across the land.
It is soooo great.
A clean bill of health is first rate.

Here's a clean bill of gas.
Not the kind you tend to pass.
The kind you use to fill the car.
It is so clean that you'll get...umm...just as far.

Here's a clean bill of food.
The store clerk was rude.
You stood in line all friggin day.
And you still got the food and we still took your pay.

Here's a clean bill of property tax.
Oh, sit back and relax.
There is no need to pay it.
We can always auction off your shit.

Here's a clean bill of Bob.
Yep, he brought corn on the cob.
He tracked dirt all over your floor.
He even put a hole in your door.

Doesn't it work wonders?
A clean bill as the government plunders.
That should be written into law.
A clean bill of health isn't all we saw.

Did you ever stop to think of that saying? Now I bet you are giving it a replaying. Is the bill clean if they touch it? Wouldn't it have germy hospital shit? How can your body give a clean bill? Does it pop out either end for a thrill? The cat may have given this too much thought and sass. But oh well, that's just the mind of my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.