Soap

Soap cleans hands
But muds up minds,
Gingerly draws back frilled net curtains –
Whacks shut blinds.
Soap causes consternation,
Drably faked humour,
Excitation,
And the odd tumour.
Soap-filled televisions
Tender lesions of perception:
Pay back no correction.
Soap cleans faces,
And with bubbled mock-pretence,
Laces lives;
Inside imaginations traces
Of soap
Tease memories in the making
With their prime-time faking.
Soap
Creates an absent need to cope
And a draining waste of hope
That could be held back
To un-knot rope.
Soap runs dirt down drains
To foul a sea of brains.