Hygiene has a voice
Louder than the screams of a dying man
It shapes the thoughts of girls and boys
Who revers your existence with peaceful hum
If hygiene sings, men dance
But if it cries, men laugh
Hence give not once a chance
For smiles to fill the first and last half
Of your innocent existence
But when its voice you conceal
Under the Eden of fashion
It shall call on her brother-enemy
Health, With enthusiastic passion
To scream better and louder
In your body's vicinity
Then the toll of laughter will be higher
And shame amalgamated with maim will sack you from life's city
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laughter will be higher, thanks.