A Lonely Vacuum Poem by Ben Owens
A Lonely Vacuum
In the corner of a messy room
stood tall, a red vacuum cleaner
with bristles that looked meaner
than any old household broom
His paint job was simple
and his standards were complex
across the room, he places a vex
on the lazy boy covered in pimples
The boy just plays video games
never lifts a finger around his room
the vacuum feels no more than a broom
with idly retained aims
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