PLAGUED BY POLITICAL JUNK

IT WAS MUCH MORE THAN A SIMPLE SPRING CLEANING THAT ARISES FROM ANNUAL SURGES OF ENERGY, IT WAS AN ACCUMULATION OF ALL THE VITRIOLIC TRASH THAT HAD ACCUMULATED WITHIN EACH NOOK AND CRANNY OF MY ABODE THROUGHOUT THE PAST FEW MONTHS OF POLITICAL CAMPAIGNING. OUT OF MY LIFE ONCE AND FOR ALL. I HAD THE NEWSPAPERS REMOVED BY MEN WHO WOULD NOT REMOVE SUCH RUBBISH WITHOUT ORANGE RUBBER GLOVES. I TOLD THEM IT WAS ONLY NEWSPAPERS THAT HAD NOT BEEN CONTAMINATED BY TOXIC FERTILIZER OR MARGINAL WEED AND INSECT SPRAYS. THEY CHUCKLED AND SMILED; THEY WERE MUCH WISER THAN MOST WHO DEALT WITH SUCH. "WORDS, JUST WORDS, " I SAID. THEY NODDED AND SAID "THEY ARE THE WORST, THE WORDS ARE THE HARDEST TO WASH AWAY NO MATTER HOW HARD ONE SCRUBS. WORDS, JUST WORDS, SO HARD TO WASH AWAY."