Washing Off Poem by Randy McClave

When I come upon bullies who enjoy to intimidate
Insults spitting from their mouths like a contagious cough,
I see and hear all of their germs in the form of anger and hate
So, I just turn my head, and I wipe all of their words off.
Words cannot harm me, and to the best they do the contrary
They are the proof of stupidity, and also a lack of their vocabulary.

When I see and hear jealousy in the form of ridicule
When at other people beliefs they begin to laugh and also scoff,
Whether it's because of a social standing, or maybe it's political
I go home and take a shower, and then I wash their insults off.
Then down the shower drain their insults are washed away
My body and soul are clean, and for those persecutors I will pray.

When filthy mouthed people shout out their bigotry and prejudice
They remind me of pigs eating from their food trough,
Filth all around and about them, I just nod my head to their abyss
I then pray to GOD for a thunderstorm, so I can wash their beliefs off.
Then after that rainstorm once again the air and the world is clean
But, then soon enough from hate, people again will become obscene.

Randy L. McClave