We're wished
I'd be a genie
Perhaps a genius
It they were clean
It'd be obvious
I just act oblivious
Perhaps this is not unlike
The world tonight
Some place have dirty dishes
We willingly ignore
For the clean couch
And the mopped floor
Someday we will set foot in the kitchen
Get that psychological itching
To clean them dishes
To gain back our wishes
Keep clean water from the fishes
And plates for food
And good fates
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