If cleanliness is next to godliness

But the road to hell is paved with good intentions

Then my path is littered thus so

Discarded scrub brushes

Unlabeled, half-full spray bottles

A Brillo pad, forgotten on the side of a bathtub

But you, my loyal electric broom

Triumphant in the utility room

I hear your mighty roar

And my heart doth quiver and soar

You truly, wonderfully, faithfully,

Suck.