I will be honest
I don't really clean after myself
Or rather,
I don't really clean up my things

I always see through blurs and smudges
For I never clean my glasses
I always hear through mutes and dissonance
For I never clean my ears
I always feel through creaks and dryness
For I never clean my hands
I always taste with bitterness and iron
For I only clean my mouth every once in a while
I don't always get to smell the flowers
For I never blow my nose

But I keep it that way
For it is too much work to clean myself
Though this is just an excuse
To say that I am dishonest with myself