Launder my lies lord, launder my lies make me safe I pray Here I am on bended knees Pleading to keep my front door keys Launder my lies, dear lord, launder my lies Make me whiter than white Scrub me with brasso and I shall be clean For you are my faithful washing machine O for a closer soak with thee! Unto to you do I lift this dye Add it to my clinging heart Make this spreading stain depart Sorry sweat upon my brow Save me from my daemons now Know you well their fearless face At number ten to keep their place Ah! The pain of sweet lament Now that words are wholly spent But haste ye not unto my aid - Until my final bed is made
Launder my Lies
Ann Holland writes the poem launder my lies which is about government corruption and lies and uses a washing machine as a metaphor.
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