What of we the clean?
Must we constantly vent our spleens?
Necessitate the furtherance of needed hygiene?
Oh, what is to become of we the clean?

Fast food wrappers clutter up our urine sleeked streets.
Pimple hoarders pustulate to shanty tinged beats.
Fashion mongers fester-flog unsanitary meat
While putrefying the wedge of kale snugly stuck in their teeth.

Have they yet to see and hear of wash 'n' wear?
Lightly shat and unassuming, stinking like a bear.
Shampoo, shave 'n' soak 'n scrub unlathered hair,
Evicting the liceties embedded there.

What of we the clean?
Yeasterlies drip from future dairy queens.
Ghastly stained panties seep thru septic jeans.
Oh, what is to become of we the clean?

What of we the clean?
Emulate the indigent on blu-ray screen.
Onion munchers fleet-fart out a fetid steam stream.
Oh, what is to become of we the clean?