Finally got off my ass  To do a job That I would rather let slide. It was needed More than I thought possible Because I was tired  Of feeling so dirty– In all ways. I drove to the place That could make me clean, Frustrated with those That had the same idea. I battled the machine That didn’t want my money And a line formed behind me… Making my Nervousness flair And cause me to be Even more awkward and Spastic–something I could live Without my son being Witness to. I snapped at the helper And inched through the gate…