Car Wash

 I dislike struggling for everything I have in life
I respect and appreciate the value
The good things have
I also wish to avoid the fight
If I can, if only I could
I know that everyone wants the same thing
What is good, what's great
I am a hard worker
The struggle is real
And I choose me
I'll be around, as myself
Working hard and showing respect for what I get

A soapy, spongy scrub
For every small detail and curve
The wide, long hood
And the intricate trunk
Suds rile up the black dirt
Swirling about the paint, shimmering in the sun
And slowly dripping to the ground beneath

That moment
When all your hard work pays off
Years and years of blood, sweat, and tears
Fits
Things work out the way they are supposed to
It's not an explosion of success
It's a slow drip of satisfaction
That's going to last
Maybe a minute, maybe a lifetime
We got it and we are glad

Buckets of fresh water must be filled
And carried from the house
To be drizzled and splashed and filled again
Hopefully before the smears dry and need to be scrubbed again
And rinsed again

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