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.