The Left Side Of The River

You were wrong
Every one of you
And we all know it
Yes...oh, yes...
My hands are wet
The soap got them clean...yes, it did
Yes, it Goddamn did
You didn't want the soap to clean them
You wanted the soap to do nothing
Because you wanted to blame the Corporations
For deliberately burglarizing the American Consumers
But, the liquid, dish-soap delivered as promised...no?
And this towel...this greasy, fucking towel
"Hell-Cloth!", I shriek to an empty apartment
"Only the He-Goat would dare deceive me!"
"Yes, I will!"
"Yes, I fucking wiiiiiiiiiiiilllll!" I scream.
Of course, the door is locked
I am looking at the grease-soaked, Goddamn counter-top!
All the Goddamn, greasy counter-tops
I have wiped off with this 
Rag of Lucifer's Corruption!
I can actually see myself wiping the coagulated Burger-Oils from
The faux-wood surface in front of me
This fucking towel...this Menace!
I haven't washed this towel in fucking weeks!
I know this, as I'm drying my hands on it...
I let the ultra-plush fibers envelop my hands
I momentarily ignore the unsanitary
Enemy-of-God-Seduction
Concerning this Terry-Cloth-Arch-Fiend
I wipe down Demo-Gorgon-Tainted counter-tops every Goddamn day!
"Unwashed Behemoth..." I shudder.
Everything that spills in the kitchen, I am using this Goddamn towel!
Multiple Times Daily!
Oh, you bastard!
Polluted-Angel-of-Satan!
Something is happening...
There is a low rumbling...an indistinct humming...
My whole body is affected...
I can see it in the sky...the animals know...
Global dimming...
Blurry hysterics...
The street is filled with vehicles...
I am transfixed...confused...yet...obedient...something...
I hear a disturbance...
Civilian Up-Roar...!
It is coming from all sides now...
This is only a drill...
The Cyborg commands are clear and unquestioning...
That was my front door being kicked in, just now...
They are here...
It is time...