Too clean to sit in filth!

Clean

You must be mad 

talking to me this way

You must be crazy

treating me this way

You must be out of your mind

wasting from my time

You must be mental

coming against me

You must have lost your mind

Who do you think I am

Some person that you can walk on?

Some person you can kick and wont respond?

What do you think I am?

Your playmate that you play house with?

Your toy you play around with?

Your thrown away food you didn’t want to eat?

Where do you think I come from?

off the streets?

If you must ask I do have quality 

I am well esteemed

I am a child of God 

I am clean

You must be mad

You must be crazy

You must be out of your mind

You must be mental

You must have lost your mind

Who do you think I am?

What do you think I am?

Where do you think I come from?

I am a child of God

I’m Clean!

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