I don’t like to know about colonies of bacteria on my skin that are growing and multiplying every day.
I think it is disgusting.
1 by 1,
2 by 2,
3 by 3,
4 by 4 cm squared.
I don’t like to think about it at all. But I do. I know
They are on my legs. My legs. I will wash my hands after going to the toilet but not my legs. I am not some sort of freak.
A white cloth soaked in spirits will do it, will kill them; but for how long?
And between my legs. My crotch. It’s like Disney down there. For them.
And the knowledge taught by all the school textbooks makes it clear
that resistant strains of Staphylococcus are multiplying in our communities
And that operations have been cancelled and that science has a long way to go…that new generations of antibiotics are needed to stop infections in hospital wards.
What does this mean to my crotch? Eh? They scare you and scare you, but it doesn’t go away. Whitewash My crotch.
I think I will survive another day.