Brain Washing

 

Would that words were more like soap 
wherewith a cleansing could occur.
A wanton wish and humble hope, 
see this as that. Or, as it were, 
that all these words might disculpate, 
launder, and wash away your fears
to promote a more mindful state, 
revealing steps; the subtle tiers 
of metaphors, and similes 
that provide for extenuations 
of reasons to feel more at ease; 
stet your threats; allay frustrations.

Would that words could clean so bright 
without so much as giving pause; 
could share emotions of delight, 
revealing how, and showing cause 
for words when they are heard and read, 
as those like these thusly relate,
to be thought pristine instead 
of written on a once clean slate.

Would that words, like wish and hope, 
considered here as fortunes follow, 
washed within, were words like soap, 
this would not be hard to swallow, 
and soapy words would not raise the ire 
of any who might wander in,
yet leave you, listeners, inspired 
by what is heard above my din.