Mop Boy

Clean it up
Mop Boy
Clean up the sticky
Don’t be picky

In another hour,

it’ll be there again,

the droppings of men

the closet cases

who hide their faces

in the shadows of the den

where you work

where they jerk

and shoot at the screen

that you can’t keep clean

Did you ever touch it

when no one was looking?

Did you ever taste it too?

How many times

were your hands in the slime

covered in shit and goo?

Clean it up

Mop Boy

Clean off the seat

where they beat their meat

Feed them a treat 

when the boss is gone

through the hole

or in the booth

Let the old men

swallow your youth

better than your girlfriend

who doesn’t know

that she’s sharing

So overbearing

looking for free toys

when you get home late

after getting drunk with the boys

at the strip club

reaffirming masculinity

and anal virginity

No homo

Perry Como

on the jukebox

while young girls dance

on old men in stained pants

You know their faces

the same closet cases

who end the night in your booths

where all the lips feel the same

through the hole in the wall

Beats cruising the mall

Clean it up

Mop Boy

Clean up your life

Don’t wind up like them

old and bitter with strife

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