Remodling

I peel back the edge
Of the awful pink carpet,
And take a peek.
My beautiful hardwood floor stares back at me.

So I rip and I tear
The smelly old carpet,
The green and moldering padding .
And my heart is lightened and my soul is relieved.

Savagely I savor every moment of destruction.
With every bead of stinging sweat I'm closer to my goal.

Days and days of pulling out
Staple after staple,
Of cleaning hardwood floors.
All so I can feel the smoothness under my bare feet.

So now in the aftermath
Of my madness and my progress,
I ask myself, "Is it worth it?"
I don't want to know and I don't really care.

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