Oh condo, prostitute of the rental world,
Nobody loves you
They just use you for the night, the weekend,
Then return to their true loves, their homes.
I come and clean you for the next John.
I freshen your stale air and polish your generic furniture,
But it doesn’t make you special.
My next unit looks just like you.
I clean your floors and fireplace on my knees
Like you deserve it.
I sanitize your toilets,
Where I learn too much about your last client.
I stand on tippy-toes in your shower
To reach and wash away, the gravity defying pubes.
I make all of your chrome shiny.
I pity myself in your mirrors
When I see myself doing what I do,
When I see what I am
But at least you are ready to be used again.