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Maytag Man
Holding onto my box of Tide
listening to demon screaming
bellying up to the night
a blue denim virgin
creeping across the floor
with blasphemous echos
echoing from the lint trap
darker than the chainsaw
inside the mind
of the Maytag man
listening to demon screaming
bellying up to the night
a blue denim virgin
creeping across the floor
with blasphemous echos
echoing from the lint trap
darker than the chainsaw
inside the mind
of the Maytag man
Published 31st Oct 2023
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31st Oct 2023 5:24am
Dear A,
This sure brings back memories! The “box” of anything is nostalgia as I’ve only bought things in plastic jugs for years. Powders in boxes…and then the lonely Maytag man. Great piece.
H🌷
This sure brings back memories! The “box” of anything is nostalgia as I’ve only bought things in plastic jugs for years. Powders in boxes…and then the lonely Maytag man. Great piece.
H🌷
31st Oct 2023 10:20am
Thank you for commenting. The world is now covered in plastic cell phones. Where so cell phones go to die?
