God is watching
I lather on the planet God is washing
My fingertips wrinkle as I soak
The sky went from a drizzle to a sprinkle
Eyes started to twinkle as I spoke
I knew it was from the soul
I stood as symbol neither of the sinful nor the soap
The congregation started swaying
Praying to the spraying of the foam
Our only interruption was a playlist that was playing on a phone
Favorites of the foe
Though I’ll admit on most occasions even aged moved as cavemen when they came into the fold
As the rains began a raging many had not made arrangements for a cloak
Splashes leapt at those who lectured as we left them in the cold
As a leopard would upon a antelope
But even those who were left were not alone
But somehow no moisture happened upon the kindling to the kingdom that I wrote
The king now had a moat

SOAP
IS SO
SPECIAL
SPECIAL
SOAP
SOAP
MAKES YOU CLEAN
MAKES YOU GLEAM
The clouds were such the sun looked like moon
Head honchos were reduced to wearing ponchos
Somber was the mood
Temples became as doused as did houses of ill repute
Balance was improved
Batterers endured abuse
Those who’d governed now were covered in the color of the mud
We’d already been that color tho so we ain’t give a what
The fairness of the flood
Pride was swallowed as we wallowed in the muck
Cowards cowered on much as a cow would chew upon its cud
Barons couldn’t bear it
Barren bears will never mother cubs
Others toiled in the soil
Now were foiled by the toilet that was flushed
But the beggars, they knew better than to rebel against the scrub
The reveled at the suds

SOAP
IS SO
SPECIAL
SPECIAL
SOAP
SOAP
MAKES YOU CLEAN
MAKES YOU GLEAM
Water filled my lungs at the conclusion of the quest
My teeth had never clenched for the duration of the cleanse
From afloat the final focus of my lens
Ocean was all that was left
Somehow had been reduced to something more, not something less
My heart would beat its final beat just as it leapt, for all was on the mend
Tho there was not a swimmer amongst the women nor the men
To stand up to withstanding the descent
No survivor to find solace in any dollars that were spent
Throughout history a battle had been fledged
Allegiance had been pledged
I relished in the victory of the side that I had repped
A faucet for the falseness of the idols that the tidal wave had swept
I let out a sigh knowing the sky had wept

SOAP