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THE CLEANER

 

I don’t try to unpick your brain

so take your jemmy away from mine.

 

Can’t see my floor?  I like it like that.

Nothing is rubbish.  I call this neat.

 

I have names, aliases, doubles,

and watch my food by reading labels.

 

A CD encyclopaedia

tells what TV don’t give away,

 

which ain’t so much, you don’t need words:

celebrities haunt all neighbourhoods.

 

Reality is at no removes;

show me a face, I’ll find where it lives.

 

I’ve videotapes of car crashes.

At disasters it’s me what watches.

 

In emergencies I am ahead.

I’ve a holster, the professional kit.

 

But I did not do that piece of work.

I was seen with children down the park.

 

I don’t try to unpick your brain

so take your jemmy away from mine.

  

Alan Marshfield

  

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