Dishwasher, Oh Dishwasher

An amazing machine,

Beside the sink,

Cleaning dishes, glasses, and silverware,

Dirty from our meals,

Even when we don’t think about it.

Filthy plates,

Grimy glasses,

Housed within you.

I can’t imagine how it feels,

Just to be used for cleaning,

Knowing that you likely won’t be appreciated for it.

Lonely, you must be.

Muddling through each day,

Never able to speak,

Or be spoken to.

Pondering the routines of your owners,

Quite the life you have.

Remember this, though.

Soap can only do so much,

To clean the messes we give you.

Undergoing the life humans assigned to you.

Very grueling.

Without you,

Xenial interactions among families might be impossible.

You hold everything together and keep it going,

Zealously cleaning those dishes.

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